Yay Guilty. Mr C is adhered to Throw, heated up to a lush maximum 6. I am pathetically trying to get my toes under it, the temp's just halved here.
He's got the arse with me as I can't understand the 70s thriller on telly and keep replaying bits trying to concentrate on the plot not the terrifying wallpapers. Unacceptable delay to Second Supper. He's eaten nowt today, stuck On Throw, rumbly purring.
Bugger John Le Carre.