Morning has broken

The weather, and chances for any decent blippage, went downhill from here. The rain arrived on a strong breeze which is now a full-on gale with horizontal rain. Tomorrow I'm feeding one of the women I love more than life itself and, as she's from the exotic island of Vega, I popped out for some provisions - they eat rum food. I managed to dodge the showers but the lanes are covered in windblown leaves and standing water.

The football wasn't worth staying in for either - a rather unconvincing draw. 

The clocks go back tonight, I bet we're all pleased to have an extra hour of 2020.