This isn't Greece son....

.....actually, the weather is most Grecian...I even noticed brilliant orange bloom on some confused bushes in St Andrew's Park on the way to work this morning. It feels like that really warm autumn we had in 2006.

A short day in the capital followed by a bolt for home after lunchtime, I'll be glad to be in my own bed tonight. I rather suspect Owen will have been keeping it warm (he occasionally takes the opportunity to sneak in for Mum snuggles whilst I'm away).

District Scouters meeting this evening.