Although, to be fair, One did have a cat called ' Oi'
Any road up, One went back to bed. Incidentally it is, OR WAS, One's bed and One's futon.
In fact One is like the DFS version of Mother fecking Theresa with all the items of furniture One has given to the deserving poor.
Vile ex Husband has got his boney old arse all over me Chesterfields. Uncle Bert is either kipping in me big bed or reclining like a morbidly obese consumptive on me futon.
And here's poor darling Lovely One with but a tiny, lonely, single truckle bed that One could hardly cram an Accountant in.
WORTH A TRY THOUGH, isn't it Dears!