"Stick a pony in me pocket/I'll fetch the suitcase from the van..."

If I ignore last night's third act tragedy -- oh, the washing machine -- then today's clock shifting shenanigans hopefully didn't auger some Wintry tragedy.

Anyway, to Columbia Road where Mr N. and Mr G. were selling their Banksy prints, manfully despite the fairly unwelcoming weather conditions.

Later, we repaired to the Royal Inn to see Alison and Martin, and always a pleasure to see Lady the Miss J.

Is it Winter now..?  Gosh, I surely hope not.