You know when you're alone in your house and your imagination is all 'this would be the perfect time for a burglar or some disastrous event that will shake the world. And here you are, on your own, with no help.' Yeah? Well, that's why I'm in my living room with a miniature broom practising my swings. Hopefully they'll be strong to smash an attacker's head...we can only hope.
And it doesn't help that my cat keeps looking outside the rroom like someone's there.