I've moved on...
...to a different domain. Why, what were you thinking? The truth is, I just woke up one day and decided it's time for a changeā€”a metamorphosis, if you will; or, in layman's terms, if Britney can shave her head, then maybe so can I? Nevertheless, it's been a rather handsome 10 years of talking to you, and thank you for putting up with all my moodswings and terrible dad jokes. Fear not! The hormonal imbalance and jokes are more terrible on CUBICLE, see you there.


So the temperature plummeted as if hit with recession and we’re back to the postcard image of drippydrab London with umbrellas screwdrived into our skullcaps. Hey, I did say English summer rolled in and then right back out early this year. The British weather forecast is like the slots, ding ding ding you got Clouds, Sun and Tsunami. Ok maybe not a tsunami but since light snow counts as a natural disaster here we’ll swap that one in – and Rain, Rain, Rain is hardly a jackpot.

Anyway, you know I have nothing much to say when I start out a post with the weather. Truth is, it was bright out when I started knitting today and I look up now it’s dark – I look down again and I’ve only done a hand’s length. I say this now, this will probably be done around, mehsay… August, so you might as well forget about it for the time being.