. . . a slice or three of green to keep us buoyant and settle the ions after two days' relentless
(and I mean r e l e n t l e s s ) winds. . .
What bliss when the air finally lets up with its tantrum-ing. Although, perhaps this is entirely appropriate behaviour given what we want is to chase out the old and usher in the new. . . Change seldom happens without a certain amount of chaos, right?
It'll be a few hours yet before we know what the outcome of today's voting is. I'm off to nestle into the evening with a glass of red and my dog-eared book -
