Feebleton surrenders

[desperance]

Okay, I give up. I have cancelled the theatre; I have made myself a hot toddy; I have taken something hot and comforting out of the freezer (I thought it was a curry, but it looks more like chilli as it defrosts, so I have taken the precaution of tossing in half a dozen more red chillies just to be sure). Now I am going to sip toddy and read book in front of a roaring (gas) fire. With or without cats, as they choose. (Barry is currently sitting on a very small piece of polystyrene packaging, because it came out of a box and is therefore clearly in need of sitting on. I think?)