The bachelors, typical of little men generally, have refused to leave the warmth of their hen house.
I got up at 6 am in order to take the car up to the main road so that the Prof could get to work ( he's not very good at driving the car up the lane in icy conditions) then after the briefest of dog walks ( Winnie's expression of you've got to be fucking kidding?!" When she first saw the snow was priceless) we all went back to bed.
I tell you this as part of a bit of local colour.
I'll blog properly this afternoon