However, in a brief burst of inherited guilt at doing nothing with all this free time other than read, cook and eat, I just cleaned out the coal cupboard. This involved chucking away lots of cardboard and an old abdominal exerciser, but mainly required rearranging enough so that I could fit the torpedo in. We can now get to the CDs in the kitchen without having to move it.
So that's enough for day. Back to the books and the grub, methinks.