In between autumn and winter,
In between sunny and grey,
In between warm and chilly,
In between night and day.
Hmm. Well, not exactly poetry, but the best I can do at approaching midnight. Our first evening babysit since LMB was potty-trained (just the week before last), so it included a ten-thirty 'lift'. Happily, the little thing went back to sleep after doing the required. (I'd forgotten how heavy a dead-weight infant is, bless her.)
The parents are now home having enjoyed the latest Bond film. So all well. Good night, blipmates!