Run(s) like the wind.....

......I suffered my first night of interupted sleep in many years last night; I can usually sleep in bright sunlight in the middle of the day, given 5mins of inactivity. I'm not even particularly worried about anything except perhaps The Great Pacific Garbage Patch and the supermarket price of Asparagus. In addition to my dozy, sleepy condition I was suffering from a dose of the runs like a Chinese Bullet train; fast, furious and occasionally off the rails.

Elsewhere, Harold God was throwing a devilishly noisy hoolie at the UK, with gusts of 100mph in the city centre. I ventured out to drop-off Owen at a birthday party and observed ten downed tress in the new town. Smashed roof tiles were much in evidence too. I spent an interesting hour in Waterstones Book Shop, but was disappointed with their stock choice; is it post-Xmas or soon-to-go-into-administration book shelf leaness?

Anyhoo, the start of 2012 has given us 4 seasons in one week, so I guess it has set the tone for an eventful year.

Edit: You don't get discarded cans of cooking lager in new town gutters.