LOL! Reminds me of Frank and his balcony chair. In my previous flat, I
had a glassed-in balcony, and Frank loved to sleep on his veryown chair
out there. I would always set it in the sun in the morning. At some
point, he would come inside and complain to me. I would go out and see
that *the sun had moved* so that his chair was in the shadow. The nerve!
So I would move the chair into the sun again. Some time later, he would
come to me and lodge another complaint... I'd finally have to tell him
the sun wouldn't be back until next morning.