Cold

Cold for London last night. I know it's cold if the supercharged Bently boiler is struggling to keep the flat warm, and it was this morning. Google told me it was minus 4, so I didn't even need to open the window to check.

I'm off to Birmingham in a couple of hours. Taking the laptop, although I doubt that the Thistle has got as far as a working Internet system. Any advertised wireless internet connection is guaranteed (a) to be non-functioning and (b) to have no-one on hand who knows how to make it functioning. So, I'm not optimistic.

Here's some hands, put together a different way:

( pairs of jacks )