So... yesterday I went to Brighton for a simple little visit. Had a lovely time visiting with old friends. I had said all day long that I wanted to go back to London no later than 7pm as I had work to do and an event to prepare for. Well, soon it was 9 and I can't remember how many glasses of wine later it was... finally got in a taxi to catch the train back to London. By 10:30 I finally ended up home back at Furtherfield. As I walk up to my door I notice that the curtain in my bedroom was knocked down. Strange I thought.