Awoke at some ungodly hour well north of lunch...

The greyness seeping through the gaps around the curtains suggested a day jejune. But no, opening the curtains I was greeted with wheely bins racing each other down the road, plastic flowerpots learning to fly, leaves frantically searching for a corner to settle. What a wind, a grade 4 hoolie. It looked grim so we happed up well against the elements for dog walking duties. Stepping outside we had to rethink - it was so warm (even in the teeth of the gale). Balmy it was. Barmy it is.