We've lived in this house 26 years and in all that time we've had 12 steps leading up from the front gate to our path. And every time I go down in the dark I count the steps. And every time I get to step 11 and stop ... and tentatively feel for the ground at the bottom.
It's as if I distrust my counting or fear that, overnight, someone will have stolen the bottom step or, worse, added an extra one.
The fact that we don't have a light on the steps doesn't help. We kept talking about putting one in but ...
Anyway now I've had a brilliant idea. Nuora's parents are visiting over Christmas and though they're not staying with us they will be coming to our house on occasions and, no doubt, sometimes leaving in the dark. So my brilliant idea is that we collect glass jars and put candles in them to light up the steps. Pretty good huh?
Unless it rains.
And, of course, someone has to go out first and light the candles. I nominate Younger Son for that.