Sunrise

The sky was looking very pretty when I got up - not sure if a pinky-apricot sky counts as a shepherd's warning. The weather wasn't too extreme during the day, although I had to put my woolly bunnet back on after Pamela cut my hair which somewhat ruined the effect of her skilful work.

In the evening I went up to Drummond St for another mapathon - it was even better attended than last time. I guess the mince pies might have helped; I ate my annual mince pie to remind me how overrated I find them. Shandonner joined in the fun, and afterwards we met up with Mr Dave in the Kilderkin for beer and pizza.