It's mid August, it's the height of the festival, the town is awash with happy people enjoying the summer; so why when coming across town do I see a gritting truck out?
(Actually I heard tell of wintry showers forecast, but surely this doesn't warrant mobilising the snow ploughs?)
Quiet day; mostly. I hid away at home largely, churning out unfeasible stats. (If all they're bothered about this week is numbers, then numbers I shall do...)
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