waxing crescent

I decided to go for a run about 4pm, as I had finished my delightful Trollope (Phineas Finn)  and the alternative was  to sit scoffing chocolate and trying to resist the siren song of the sherry bottle. I was well rewarded. The streets were icy, silent and deserted, a bright moon and sparkly stars were out, and the smell of caramelizing onions and a warm house were waiting for me.

Now had dinner, scoffing chocolate, and succumbing to the sherry.