more lights from the centre of the city, the weather turning a little colder again, seeking treats to honour tradition though, for some reason, it seems to be impossible to find marzipan, advocaat or indigestion tablets here... the night spent with james stewart and extended by news of a brexshit deal, the excercise in folly reaching the end of stage one phase two, now waiting for howlings and refutals as reality continues to intrude upon the fever dreams... and so on to festival of chocolate and creamy liqueur...