Do you have one? A place where you occasionally slump when you just want a bit of peace and quiet?

Ever since I was small I have found a strange peace in sitting on the stairs. Not the top step or the bottom step but somewhere on the flight (that is the plural right?). Generally in my house, but sometimes elsewhere.

I think this may be due to my early exposure to the simple joy of A. A. Milne.

Halfway down the stairs 

Is a stair

Where I sit.

There isn’t any 

Other stair

Quite like

It.

I’m not at the bottom,

I’m not at the top;

So this is the stair 

Where

I always

Stop.

On these long and somewhat depressing January evenings I enjoy a good think on the stairs. Maybe with a cup of tea. Lovely.

Why don’t you try it?