The Forgotten Scarf And Things That Go Crash In The Night

Picture the scene: It’s 10ish in the evening, the wind is howling outside, Andrew and I are snuggled under a blanket watching pap TV and doing a bit of surfing (not the how-long-I-can-stand-on-this-foam-board-before-I-fall-into-the-ocean-to-my-almost-certain-death kind. But the I-wonder-why-cats-have-nine-lives Google kind). Suddenly our idea of a mid-week blissful evening came to an abrupt end with an almighty CRASH!!! “What the Hell…