I just cannot get my head round the weather in this country. Here we are on November 5th and rather than put on my hat and scarf to keep the chill out, I get the chance to catch a few rays on the rockery. Don't worry about me when the fireworks go off later tonight. I give them a couple of barks and then maybe I'll have a snooze while the humans enjoy the cacophony. I'm told that my spiritual sister Brillo the Airedale, did not care for fireworks and spent the evening in a state of great distress. The way I look at it is that I'm Welsh - Guy Fawkes a Yorkshireman pretending to be Spanish and trying to blow up a Scottish king on an English throne is nothing to get in a fuss about. Bring on the air bombs baby!