Replaced by a cat

As Ottawacker Jr., fresh from his weekend away at the cottage, had decided that today would be a good day to be sick, there was much lying around the house in pajamas, requesting honey and lemon and croaking questions about when he could go on his xBox (answer: not when you are sick).

And as I was also feeling sick - but not sure whether that was down to the lurgey or an extra glass of red wine - I allowed my place at the table to be given to the incumbent feline.