Grey

There is always some colour in the garden even on days when the grey mist descends. Points of pink sparkle on the grey red stems, the gloom giving them a contrast that sits on the retina. I reread, at the LRB's prompting, an article by Kathleen Jamie  highlighting the importance of the dark in a world that seems only to equate light with good.

Winter of Discontinence

Well Then!
Keith's Mum said why don't we all go out and Sell them a Tory, or it could have been Tell them a Story.

Who can explain, for example, what goes on in what might loosely be called Boris Johnson’s mind?

A direct quote from John Naughton In Th'Observer. May not be original of course but caused quite a chuckle. ( See To err is human – is that why we fear machines that can be made to err less? Today)
A wintry little scene below to cheer us up.