Having spent the best part of the night standing on us, pawing us and generally being a right royal pain, it would appear that Mr Spike is now tired and making most of the sunshine streaming in.

Shades on, suncream rubbed in and nothing to do but chillax, welcome to Garfields world of excitement.

So while Mrs Fogg is glued to a toilet with a touch of Bengal Belly or Ghandi’s revenge, we’ll be thinking of her.