Eh well

I have finally moved his magic box of warmth off the table and put a lamp on top so he can't sit on it any longer. Yes, I know, poor Shreddie. Whatever.

This does mean no more random recordings of Lizard Lick Towing and reminders popping up about bizarre programmes. Nor will the street be woken up at 3am by Radio Dubstep at full volume.

He'll get used to it.