“Up and down these stairs like a bloomin' yo-yo today.” I was speaking to myself, of course, as I walked down the cellar steps.
The bulb sparked and died as I tried to turn the light on. We keep a torch nearby for when this happens, so I started feeling around for it, grasping in the dark. My hand found the shelf where it usually resides, but it wasn't there.
“Blast it, Mary” I said to myself, “Why can't you put anything back?”
Sighing as I walked back up, I heard a creak behind me. Instinctively turning to look, I cracked my head on the lintel and fell.
