It's mid August, it's the height of the festival, the town is awash with happy people enjoying the summer; so why when coming across town do I see a gritting truck out?

(Actually I heard tell of wintry showers forecast, but surely this doesn't warrant mobilising the snow ploughs?)

Quiet day; mostly. I hid away at home largely, churning out unfeasible stats. (If all they're bothered about this week is numbers, then numbers I shall do...)