"A nice-like day", says I.

Cow juice was getting a wee bit low so I hied me unto the Cow Juice Factory (Bunkers Hill) for some proper milk, complete with cream and a real taste.
The lad of the house greeted me; we'd not seen each other since Alice so I had him to fill in on the details(ish).
:¬(
NOT a bundle of laughs.
As I drove out there, I looked around, as best I could; it seemed I was on a blue-sky Island. 
"No hell below us
Above us only sky". 
But in quite literally all directions there were clouds to be seen, albeit white fluffy ones, but caused me to wonder what the rest of humanity was seeing.