Falling light bulb

In 1969 I attended a residential training centre in Hindhead, Surrey where I spent 5 weeks learning how to be an instructor. My accommodation was a single bedroom within the training centre, a large house, probably 19th century. Waking one morning, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling waiting for the impetus to get up. The ceiling light fitting was the usual pendant lamp with a shade. As I looked at it, the bulb fell from its bayonet-type holder and landed on the rug below. There had been no previous problems with the light and I certainly hadn’t interfered with it. Once I had replaced the bulb in its fitting, it remained there for the rest of my time at Hindhead. For a bulb holder to fail is probably rare and the chances of a poorly fitted bulb staying in place for any length of time is also unlikely. For one or other of these to occur during a brief interlude when I happened to be looking in the right direction seems to be an extraordinary coincidence. If only I could achieve an equally extraordinary coincidence when filling out my lottery ticket.