Poor bear. First he was forced to leave the house to go with us to Tesco. I needed the click and collect vacuum picking up (again) and this time it was here. Bear did not approve. He did not want go out at all, least of all to a boring shop. Then, to add to the indignity, we forced him to go to the pictures. Bear told us afterwards that he had not enjoyed a single moment of Doctor Strange. I suspect that if we had watched it at home he may have enjoyed it more.
And then we nearly forced him to come for a meal out, before DH and I decided we were okay skipping a meal because we weren't really hungry.
On the bright side, bear got to cuddle next door's cat. I haven't seen such a virulent attack of cat worship for a long time. The cat is from next door but two, cute as you like and bear was besotted. Bear was happy, especially when the cat tried to come in our house. DH was less happy.
Bear is still under the weather - he went straight to bed around 8pm after just picking at his dinner so I'll keep an eye on him.
I loved Doctor Strange. I thought Benedict Cumberbatch was superb. He is splendid as someone hugely intelligent and arrogant, and if you haven't seen it and want to, watch out for the cloak.