Stairs

While I wouldn't say that falling down to stairs is particularly pleasant - or good for you (though in the cases of some people perhaps it would be) - I like to think that it is a rather enlightening experience. The head first heap at the bottom of the stairs is an excellent place for reflection and decision making, which renders it my daily meditation of sorts. In one such heap: one that was particularly difficult to extricate myself from, having managed to get my leg stuck through an arm, which in turn had made itself at home in the neck hole of my T-shirt, I had an idea. Moving stairs.

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Unfortunately, in a less concussed state of mind I became aware that this already existed, therefore learning one of life's most useful lessons: falling down stairs is stupid.