Early brightness quickly turned to 'yellow sky in the morning', I but had my doubts about whether it was the kind that means rain - it was too Hubble palette blue-and-gold.

Second-coated the windowsills in the afternoon. A dry, grey, cold afternoon. Realised it'll be darker next week when the clocks go back.

About 4pm was doing the weekly analysis while watching an excellent ep of Public Eye, one where he comes out of prison and wanders round Brighton. Was conscious of an unusual feeling of well-being, a bit like John Dyson thinking of the butter in the refrigerator, or Adrian Mole with his toast and dripping and concentration camp play.

0800 ~4 Bright
->->8 S