Ha ha, actually it was much better than that. I heard some noises in the kitchen and a little voice saying something like "I'm making Daddy some breakfast because he's ill" then I dozed off again, and when I woke up there it was on the bedside table (on top of the books and maps and next to the other, empty, tea mug! And why do we call these things tables when they're usually more like drawers or shelves? Well, who cares!)