Last night involved much watching of David Attenborough's Life Of Mammals with dr_d and coming to the giggling conclusion that Great Cthulhu is alive and well, but awoke from his deep slumber, much to his indignance, to find himself a couple of inches tall and stuck to the face of a mole. Must have been so humiliating for him. (We took turns squeaking "Bollocks!" in tiny high-pitched little voices and then falling about laughing. There may have been caffeine involved.)
But I am sore and aching all over, today, so I am going back to bed for a bit. To visit dennyd tonight, which will be good, I've not seen him in far too long.