I was working late on the computer yesterday, and after being quite certain I’d dosed my eyes with a suitable level of radiation, I decided to turn in.

Maggie, having to be up bright and early (oddly, at the same time as myself – but she requires something stupid like 10 hours of sleep), had gone to bed earlier. So it was that as I exited my “office”, out of the air-conditioned comfort and into the dark sauna that is my living room, and I stepped on something soft and …well… squeaky.

Now, I quickly passed it off as just…