The wide grey yonder....

Alas it was not to last! The blue skies of yesterday couldn't wait to move elsewhere. This morning found the sun and I engaged in parallel struggles. The sun, far away in the cold vacuum of space, (or alternatively riding across the heavens in a fiery chariot or rolled across by a giant dung beetle - you picks your pantheon and takes your choice) raged and blazed in an attempt to burn through the miserable British clouds but they gathered their strength, knitted their brows and held it back. Meanwhile, after a sleepless night, I struggled to stay awake and focused on productive stuff...only to be smothered by the fog of morphia and rolled away by the dung beetle of...of...oh bugger I can't even concentrate on this metaphor....