06:30 this AM, radio on in the bathroom listening to the traffic report. Arko applied, a lovely lather created and I am in the shave zone. This is my quiet time before I have to face the daily commute across London and I am relaxed, just about to apply razor to stubble when my 12 YO daughter creeps silently into the bathroom like a pink clad ninja and shouts BOO! Have you ever tried to get into a foetal position standing on just one leg whilst holding a very sharp thing a gnats chuff away from your cheek? I can tell you it was neither easy, nor elegant, possibly reminiscent of a weird martial art form called crouching hippo. How I managed not to slice my cheek open I will never know, and I was so relieved not to be bleeding I couldn't even get angry. This can't be an isolated experience, how many of us have almost opened an artery by being frightened by our children or pets, and did you take revenge?