Out of ink

Decidely autumn today. Cool temperatures, and the mist that Keats must have envisaged when he wrote the ode.
For some reason, (I have no clue why), I looked up Max Bygraves on Youtube and of course had to listen to You need hands. Maybe I'm coming down with a series. For sure, 'Fings ain't what they used to be

Ah well. Until tomorrow....