Brrr, it's turned cold round here and I do not like it one little bit. Dad, my reliable bean radiator, has abandoned me and returned to his day hunting in the old smoke, Mum never sits on the sofa in the day. It's ok, I've been cuddling up with my brofur, Jacky Ginge, and this morning, Mum had a lie-in because Dad had been snoring all night (again) so I made myself comfy on her legs. Oooh cosy. Not sure mum was so comfy!