Banksy humour.

Very quiet in the gym this morning, probably because it's results day. We all gave our birthday cards to Des, although we are keeping the whisky until Saturday night. I saw that the Welsh blanket I fancied a few weeks ago was still  outside the antique shop, but still not sure whether to buy it, or not. Crikey, that wind is strong out there. It's more like October than August. I hope we get an Indian summer, but I won't hold my breath.