Harry the Barometer

There’s no need to tap the glass, for anyone with a feline will know they make a perfect barometer.  Much more so than sheep.  It would have been madness to go out, although I did venture forth for tatties. The rest of the day was admin and, somehow, in the middle of proceedings, I ordered a bottle of whisky.  Doing my bit for the economy.  Scullion, in a very late effort to be a polymath has a side project to study the music of Lily Stumpf.  And good luck to him.