Look I’m not wanting to labour the point here or anything but he just keeps doing these things. Last night he managed this:

He’s not moving there. He’s not been cruelly placed on his back and is struggling to right himself. He’s just lay like that. Like a student after a couple of pints of cider. Legs (again) akimbo, in every direction. Eyes shut purring gently, like he hasn’t got a care in the world (which of course he hasn’t).

We can’t help noticing that with those big ol’ legs and the outstreched position he has the look of a rabbit or hare about him at times like this.

I doubt that’s the last I’ll have to say (or show) on the subject. ;o)