hi karen - when me and mr first lived together, it was in a converted workhouse where about 60 flats were created. we had a lovely walk in wardrobe where a stain started coming through the ceiling and duly let our landlord know. within four days, the ceiling fell through (thankfully we were on the top floor!) and streams of bats came flying into our bedroom. i think it is probably this event that has fuelled my fear...anyway - if you can imagine a naked me screaming and running down three flights of stairs at four in the morning, you get a rather funny mental image. at least then (aged 16) i had a body to die for, no shame and an exhibitionist streak...x