We were chatting this morning about how long it is since either of us has seen a draught excluder. I remember mine (had one for my bedroom door when i was little) which was a long red sausage dog. Davids was a snake with a smiley mouth. Noticed for the first time a ‘draught’ the other day. My parents who were always old, always felt drafts, so perhaps this is one of those definitive signs of getting older. Found out later it was the garden door standing wide open in minus 4 – but still…