- Sleeping and sleeping and sleeping. I blame Alf for putting on the heating.
- French toast and coffee brought to my bedside.
- Sporting a chunky knit that is becoming much beloved.
- Two bottles of entirely drinkable wine for a fiver. Whoo, and indeed hoo.
- Malcolm Tucker demonstrating his particularly spectacular and malevolent talents moments after I explained just why I love him.
Saturday 14 November 2009
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