Watch Out For Lamp-Posts
A few days ago I wrote a post about noticing details at the tops of buildings. I ended with a caution about not walking into lamp-posts. Regular readers of this blog will know I have a bit of a thing about lamp-posts and this throwaway remark was a nod to that.
But when I was putting the post up (blog post, not lamp-post) and read the line back, it reminded me that I actually used to walk into lamp-posts quite a lot as a child. It happened often enough for me to have to walk with the teacher or between two friends on the way to the library or swimming pool, and for the combination of a clang and searing pain to be a very intense memory.
Perhaps this goes someway to explaining my somewhat turbulent relationship with luminescent street furniture.