Currently holed up in my bedroom listening to cricket on the radio.
I am avoiding the people installing the new central heating boiler (currently moving the pipework). They are supposedly going to be here all day. I have been told that the water will be out for "only" part of the time and, luckily, the electrics are on a separate circuit to the rest of the house.
For some reason, I have felt the need to provision the bedroom with a large pork pie, several apples, fruit juice and water as though I'm going to be unable to leave the room for several days...