Toasty

With His Lordship having one pair of glasses minus a leg and the spare pair with a deep scratch on one of the lenses, seeing for him was definitely compromised.

There was nothing for it but to journey to deepest darkest Leith and get at least one pair fixed, while enabling me at the same time to blip some of the pigeons who roost near warm pipes at the Chancelot Flour Mill.
Every now and then they rise with their fellows roosting nearby as one into the sky and do a long wheel about before realising they were better off where they were and settle back. Exercise sorted!

Glasses fixed, it was home in the drizzle to await further ominous weather predictions. I can see cabin fever looming.