Cooker Man arrives half an hour before the scheduled "morning call between 9 and 12" and I'm still in bed.
Hauling on some clothes, I run to open the door and find next-door's mute builders pointing down the street. So I hallooo and hallooooo until Cooker Man comes back. He's wearing so much freshly-applied cologne I start coughing.
Still it's done now. I am without fire. Picnics all the way from now. I broke out the Argos Value Range kettle and you know what? This tea doesn't taste right. New kettle, bah. It needs to build up a bit more limescale. I like my tea with some bite.
A confession: I cannot yet bring myself to switch off the fridge. I love a really cold chocolate Hobnob. I like my milk uncurdled. Call me old-fashioned but I like cold juice. I could just leave it all outside the back door I suppose. Woe betide any fox who nibbles my Hobnobs.