Something I really enjoy is skulking off to Mrs Servant's bathroom (for some reason they have one each) and settling down for a good snooze, huddled between the bath and the bidet.
This is a habit I formed when I lived in the flat downstairs. My horrid son, Pancake, used to bully me and hound me off the comfy chair that WAS MY OWN, so I was forced to take refuge in the bathroom. At least, there, I could get some peace and quiet and a bit of shut eye.
Old habits die hard.
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