With all this snow around I have had to discover new indoor pursuits. Underfloor potholing is the latest. I used to go caving in the Mendip Hills, which was much nicer than slipping into a 12″ high space under my floor to swap pipes around so I could move a radiator. I was caught in the act, going in. No, I must have been coming out, because I appear to be smiling. Sort-of. Reluctantly I have to admit that I was slimmer and lighter when I did this kind of thing in subterranean limestone passages. And a LOT fitter. Also, I appear to be groping for something. Air, probably.
*Mary Norton, who wrote about folk that live under the floor, also wrote ‘Bedknobs and Broomsticks’ (not a lot… etc)