Picture the scene if you will..
It's around 8am, TBH is still curled up in bed(he's been working through the night 'cos of time differences).
I am pottering in the galley, keeping the noise down so as not to disturb the sleeping one...
I hear him begin to stir;"What sort of a day is it?" he enquires.
" Well quite bright and sunny, probably good for varnishing..."
" No!" he responds."I meant is it a pancake sort of day"
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