Well, it's my season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, and turning a bit chilly, but thank heavens, this year i'm inside and warm, and as happy napping (and dreaming of the conquests of my youth...) on a cushion when it's too wet for my bench. The nice man from YCR brought me some more of my 'kiddly drink' and special old mans' food, which is nice, and my appetite is still good, despite wobbles and sneezes. Prudence had a 4.am. mouse I hear, but I slept through that, these days catching a slow, slinky ribbon is more my style, dignified like...

Igor