We’ve been having a few problems with the gas boiler here at Number 58, as a result there has been no central heating for a couple of days. It’s not exactly freezing, but we’ve needed to put the fire on a few times, although I really don’t know why we bothered. We’re getting no benefit from it at all, because you-know-who has claimed the best spot in the house.
Harry has turned into a couch potato (well he would be, if he was allowed on the couch) and no amount of cajoling can drag him away from his new favourite spot.
Harry lying in front of the fire
When we considered that he’d finally roasted himself long enough and turned it off, he gave us such a look of disgust and then took himself off to bed – in a strop.