There’s a housefly that spends all day sitting on the window frame in my cold bathroom. I keep telling him that it’s warmer downstairs and he’s quite welcome to come and join me, but no. He still sits there, only becoming active when I put the heater on preparatory to bathing. Then he flies about merrily like it’s Christmas or something.
I wonder which of us is more off our head.
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