Autumn has arrived with a bump.

Several, hundreds even. We are awash with Conkers. 
That time of year where every miserable old git (me) suddenly finds the child within and can't help but pick up a couple of conkers. Well, you never know when they are going to come in handy.
I called in my local for a swift one and out with the pocket of change  came one. Audreys comment?
"Typical"...