Poor Mr P is unwell, dreadful cold, I know he feels awful because he is actually taking tablets, which he so rarely does.
He has taken himself of to the sofa, which is a first for him at this time of day.
In the fridge there is what is described as a "Spanish sharing platter" of 2 types of Chorizo, olives stuffed with pimento and Manchego cheese with chilli.
I sooo want to rip it open and eat it! I could easily eat the whole lot and bury the packaging in the bin