I thought I’d take the opportunity to look at Chris Hemsworth in his swimming trunks. On my phone not live obviously. Someone had tweeted a picture.But God! Just imagine.
A cry of ‘I can’t find any clean pants’ breaks my concentration.
‘Hall radiator. Five pairs.’ I reply. (It’s that sort of glossy mag glam house as you’d imagine.)
The cat nudges the door open then. Sits a while watching me, then realising she’s not going to get fed tries to get up on my lap.
Not ideal when you’re sat on the loo. But. It’s that kind of house.