In the past when you put Sarah Millican outside, she asked things like: "Why? Where is the taxi? Do I need a cardie?" and said things like: "There'll be wasps. I've nothing to sit on. Is that poo? Can we go home?" But things have changed. Now she has outside slippers. She can tell a chaffinch from a tit (hey). But she still can't tell if it's an owl or her husband's asthma.