One of the boards on the back porch has been uncertain and starting to crack for a week or two. Today Reg fell through it, and one other plank. Up to his hip. There's a big hole in our back porch. He wasn't hurt, and graciously pointed out a couple of times that it was a blessing it was him, and not me, carrying Thomas, and right behind him.
The kids were pretty scared, and so was I, but he only got slight bruising.
I don't like watching people fall through the floor. It makes me existentially anxious.