...comes to you from the roof terrace at the East Putney Museum Of Science Fiction, Fantasy and Comic Art (and Lending Library), where jet planes descend into a fading purple sunset, trains rattle by, and the local clan of urban foxes are leaving their earth for an evening's foraging.
Meanwhile, it is now actually cool enough up here to do some work, and I appear to have written more words in the last 10 minutes than I've deleted out of frustration all day...