Did we light the fuse on next week yet?

A typical Sunday. Wake up in the afternoon, look out of the window to see how shite the weather is, (answer is invariably the same: very), sit on the sofa and wait for it to get dark again. It was all I could do to point the bloggie at Smokey sitting on the arm of the sofa and eyeing up my lap. I must have sneezed when I took it because it's very blurred. Just pretend it's stereoscopic.