That’s me – the polar bear – or rather, me dressed in my warm polar bear style onesie. And I’m not alone here in the kitchen; I have five loving companions, not four (Yoda came for Christmas and has stayed on), and there is a cat napping somewhere upstairs. I’m having a sleepover at Rosie’s farm and now that the girls have ‘taken the air’ I’m about to go to bed. I know why Yoda is called Yoda – she has a funny little face and she makes odd noises. She’s a heavy breather and I suspect that she snores. I think I’ll shut my door.