Steve's got man-flu

      The village's resident above-ground skeleton, known as Steve, looks a bit under the weather. He's got his LemSip, a box of tissues and his witches brew to sort him out and help him get some sleep and he's swathed in a hooded dressing gown and a tartan blanket that looks as if it came out of a Morris Minor.
      He has a selection of rodents, large and small, to keep his feet warm and entertain him and bizarrely he's holding a teddy bear along with the hot water bottle.
      The windows could do with a clean but he'll be in no shape to do that until the hacking dry cough has gone.
      Close your mouth please Steve, we don't want a sneeze full of germs flying through the air. Along with your teeth.
      Weird and eccentric.