The view from the window of our compact but adorable city apartment this morning,
January 3rd, 2012.
Actually, it's worse than this because it's difficult to photograph wind. I hear it's even worse in Scotland, but there again, so is breakfast. I woke up with the good intention of going into work for the first time since Christmas this morning, but it hasn't got light yet, and I don't think it is going to at all today, so - if I don't hear from my glamorous assistant with the bad news that he is coming out with a delivery - I think I might go back to bed.
Poor old H.I. had to go to a meeting early this morning, so I can stave off feelings of guilt until this evening when she returns. In the immortal words of Tony Blair, things can only get better.
P.S. - Anyone see the latest 'Sherlock' on BBC? Good, isn't it?