Waking from cold at four in the morning lends me to a few conclusions. First off – no matter how hungry one might be at such a time, do not attempt cooking by throwing random cans of edibles into a pot with insta-soup noodles, the noodles are a bad starchy idea what hates you. It doesn’t matter if you have nothing else, it is a weary path of thick sickly glop. I think I’m going to give up on this “soup” and freeze to death with my comfort food, stave-off-the-lack-of-sun-depression frozen strawberries. Second – a warm pair of pyjamas is apparently vital when the bed is not shared. As it’s been a few years since this was last a problem, I had utterly forgotten about it. How ordinary is that? Third – I am assuming the ferret is in the room, so therefore I can extrapolate from previous behaviour that he will wake me up at six and again at eight, so where the frag is the ferret? Fourth – shopping for real food has to happen, and pots, and a pan, and I have to pick up the package at the airport and… goddamn those noodles were a this-must-be-the-sort-of-thing-drunk-people-think-are-clever idea. You are all more intelligent than me. I finally have proof and it is in a pot and glaring at me.