All cosied up he was, that nice Mr Possee.
I'd ventured downstairs eventually as the gale raged outside and peeped into the Summer Parlour where he was still slumbering. And why not since the day is horrible outside. He did get up and as I write he's tinkering with bikes - just for a change. Eve sits reading the paper in front of t'fire, Pushkin is sleeping off his morning stroll round the kitchen in front of the Rayburn while I eye the Giro and their lovely weather!