To be fair, I don’t usually like eating in bed either. What I really would have liked was someone to transport me to the couch, blankets and cat and all, and then served me an omelette.

I’m now finally up and about as I have to meet a friend shortly. I’m leaving the split system in the living room on so that it’s not as much of a depressing, dark icebox for sox (who is currently perched on the window sill with the least uninteresting view). And for me, when I get back and steel myself to vacuum the floor.