If anything, the weather today is even worse than yesterday. It's blowing a gale, lashing sheets of rain against the windows and any hopes of an Indian summer are evaporating fast.
Small Dog declined to venture outside this morning. I don't blame her. I wasn't too keen on vacating my lovely, warm snuggly nest to brave the relative chill of the shower room either.
Nevertheless, before I had my shower I shook out the duvet, smoothed it all out and plumped up the pillows. Less than 15 minutes later, when I re-entered the bedroom, I wondered why my nicely made bed looked as if it had been smoothed over with a rake.
It didn't take a Miss Marple to discover the reason.....