A few weeks ago, we had a power cut early in the morning. I was just waking up, still in bed. I realised the security floodlight was off outside. Since we moved in, it has been on all night every night. The first night I hated it — what feels like one million lumens lighting up the path and the woods behind our house, and of course, because of its placement on the gable wall, also our bedroom. Every single night, from…