The Fallen -a Leaf and a Fag End

The cold has taken its toll on the last of the leaves still clinging to the trees. The Quartermile street cleaners have just finished bagging all the hitherto fallen leaves, but it looks as though they will be busy again for the latecomers.

I have spent most of the daylight hours trying to sort out a payment to Amazon Prime Membership which seemed to be double what it should be. Between the bank and an unknown chat person at the end of my keyboard, I may have sorted it out but the proof of the pudding will be in the eating and a  successful outcome is awaited with a certain amount of cynicism.