The basement

I have a calf strain, which means I may miss running in the Bank Holiday 10k in Whitstable next Monday. Mrs Soup has given up exercise for the week as a result of over exerting herself on Monday - a long walk to work (and back), followed by a longer run.

We are both feeling rather run-down. And I have a theory why... The dubious contraption in the picture is hidden away in our work's basement. It makes strange gurgling sounds. I suspect it is sucking all the energy and precious bodily fluids from people in the building for some nefarious purpose.

But I may be wrong.