Duvets and coffee

[caddyman]

There has to be a better and easier way of changing a duvet cover than donning a safety helmet, miner's lamp, crampons and safety rope and then tunneling inside it dragging the duvet with you.

Still, it's done now, and no canaries died in the making of the bed.

Now I have to change my shirt. I dug out my England cricket shirt for the first time since last summer. I put it on, looked proudly in the mirror and splodged a great dollop of coffee down the front.

Bah.