Fox in the cemetery.

At 7:15 this morning I sitting in my usual perch clutching my piece of toast when I spotted this fox in the cemetery. The haze is caused by the fact that I haven't washed my windows in a while.

Since he was in plain public view I at first worried that he was ill, or dead, but his perky ears flicked at the magpies yacking and the seagulls screaming.

Then I realised he was curled up on the new batch of chipped bark they have brought in for the council to distribute round the decorative borders.

Mr Fox had found himself a bed so soft and comfy and warm and nice smelling that he was having a lie in.....