OK. So I went out down the corner shop yesterday lunchtime to get the Sunday supplementals. The Sunday Bun obviously. And I stopped off at the pub next door for a spot of lager refreshment. To warm me up on what was, of course, a freezing summer’s afternoon.

And yes, I came back around midnight a bit worse for wear on those body warmin’ lagers and a couple of Bloody Stupid cocktail shakers I’d had to help ease ‘em down (see June 17^th blog for recipe).

And it’s true, I did pass out on the sofa while watching BunnyBabeStation. And somehow me undercrackers had found their way down and round me ankles.

But I ask you. Is that a reason to wake me up on a Monday morning with a boiling hot mug of tea in me coupon? Especially when she’s added ten sugars so it caught hold of me fur like a friggin’ napalm attack!!!

Something tells me Selina ain’t as happy as wot she used to be.