The sun certainly went to my head yesterday. In a fit of retrospective madness, I changed the winter duvet for a summer one. It's a wonder any of the neighbourhood slept - my teeth were chattering so loud when I woke up this morning. I think I have just about succeeded in defrosting myself.

So now I am sitting here debating whether I can face the struggle of changing the duvet cover yet again. Or whether I should be lazy and just test my man's love by hunting out those lovely thermal pyjamas that I was forced to buy on an ill-fated camping trip.