I am writing this because the hall keeps a shorter version of cellar bulb — without a rumour than the one I lived through. If you only heard it at the table after bread, you might think nothing happened. Something did.
The rule did not change because someone was tired of explaining it. It changed once, in March, and we are not resetting that world because a new bed finds the ditch inconvenient.
If this helped, you do not need to thank me. Put the thing back where the next person expects it.
Havenhold