Ah! London in December- January so luverly. go to work in Sodium light , it twirling in white stuff not quite wet, waiting for the #113, then wait again for a # 16, whiskers all frozen like, could nae find a gillette, no shilling for gas meter,, was that a red glow in the east? nae, trek trek, work past the Sgt at arms, struggle with a single burner for a first cuppa, then after a brain beating, wait again, and it only be five , but feels like ten, that damn sodium light making thy gills look like need a trip to the bone yard. So Glad to be half a world away where sun still be shining, enjoying a nice Harveys . Dungbeetle