Woke up with the sun belting through my open bedroom windows, that quiet I could even hear my ferret kits blarting, so up I got. frying pans out, kettle on, and put my mate outside in the sun we a couple of drumsticks straight from the freezer, fresh, frozen, on fire, heaving with maggots, she dunna turn her nose up, then it was my turn, full monty, sat round the back sun streaming down on my 73 yr owd bones, happy as pigs in cacky