If my lower abdominal muscles had a voice, the noise they would have made would have been the noise when two cats successfully achieve sexual congress.
More or less.
However, that was just because I'd had a decent sleep, and fortunately things did improve immensely.
Problem is it's 10.50pm and 25 degrees C. I feel as much like writing as wearing a gigantic rug. We Northumbrians just aren't used to this carry on....