nineveh_uk

That it is very gloomy at half-past three on a cloudy November afternoon, and yet as so often I am. And resentful. Though at least the cold snap has improved my sleep, if not my heating bill. Going into the office one morning a week still feels like a slog and I'm far less efficient in the following afternoon, but at least it is warm. The trees, which looked lovely at the weekend visiting antisoppist, are now increasing denuded of leaves, and this weekend's combination of hold and wind will probably finish them off. Winter draws on, as my father would say. Which turns out to be a song... Here's Gracie Fields.



They don't make 'em like that any more.