You know my name

As he stood in the kitchen, looking through the fridge, Bond's main concern was that the coffee had finally started working properly again and he was feeling distinctly less zombie-like than he had during the week.

This might have had a lot to do with why he was humming as he started preparing ingredients.

Of course, if he'd been aware of some of the scenes happening right outside, he mightn't have had quite as cheerful a demeanour.

[for one in particular, but open to housemates and progeny.]