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Our house is a very, very nice house...but like the majority of Belgian houses, it is equipped with shutters on the windows. I call them shutters, I'm not entirely sure if that is the correct term. They are not the Alpine variety you get on buildings in Austria, but rather a type of roller blind, usually white and in our house you have to say 'heave ho, heave ho...' when you pull them up as they feel like someone is doing exactly the same thing as you are, on the other end. I'm thinking of using them to work out with.
In my experience I have never seen a house with these sort of shutters in Britain, although I do remember seeing a badly made commercial for them at the local cinema every now and then. When fully closed at night, the shutters make the house as dark as the black hole of Calcutta, or maybe some other really dark place. Our bedroom is so dark that you can't see your hand in front of your face. It's not even possible to let your eyes adjust to the darkness.
On occasion I get up in the middle of the night to empty my bladder and not wanting to disturb the household, I creep around as quietly as I can. I could turn the light on in the hallway, but the light switch is of the old variety, a black thing that goes CLICK when you use it. So last night I had to spend a penny and like the secret lemonade drinker ( you might want to google that one) I crept around the house, as quiet as a mouse. On my return to the bedroom, feeling fairly pleased with my ninja abilities, I walked smack bang into the door of our bedroom. In fact, I walked into the thinnest, hardest part of the door. Luckily, I hit it with the hardest part of my body, my head, but the ensuing BONK woke everyone up, whilst almost sending me to sleep with little birdies flying and tweeting around my head. My wife kindly placed a torch on the bedside cabinet for me to use in future...