So I was standing at the front door watching George - not doing this:he does that in the few seconds I don't watch him - so where was I? Oh yes, at the front door when I hear the fridge in the kitchen begin to gurgle.

I will put a good spin on this and suggest that something amused it rather than upset it.

Meanwhile George, having come in with me to see what the fridge is doing, is now eating his rug.

'If you eat that, you won't have anything to sleep on!'

He gives me a teenage shrug.