EARLYBIRD...

Well, well, well. So these are the kind of shenanigans the sky gets up to when I'm still tucked up in bed.

By the time I wake up the sky usually has a uniformly grey pallor, spitting drizzle as if slightly annoyed. Now I know, it's just got a hangover after all that early morning partying.

The only reason I was up at that ungodly hour of sunrise was because of my own partying. I awoke to discover my boots on the floor beside me, still with jeans and socks inside. I had cat scratches all down one arm which I have no recollection of receiving.
My cream tunic/dress thingy was covered in day glo pink splatters which could only have been achieved by pouring a particularly sickly sweet cocktail down one's own frontage.

And so I was up at 7am washing my tunic/dress thingy. My earlybird wishes granted just this once.

As the day kicked in, the sky went back to normal. Red sky and shepherds...

So I went back to bed.

It's that strange time of year - in betweeny. Nothing is as it usually is, there are people everywhere displaced from their usual routines, happy to have some time off to spend sitting in traffic jams on their way to and from retail parks. It could all get quite depressing.

See what I mean?

However; some of us are merely confused: