A study of Syd the punk cactus

He was basking in the winter sunshine this afternoon, but he also likes my central heating.  I’ve just been out once today. It was frosty and chilly. Other seasons ease themselves in but winter descends like a frozen shroud. “I’m here. I’m sorry if you don’t like it, but this is my job. If I were not here, you wouldn’t have spring to look forward to.”
My winter plan is not to slip and crack my hip.