NOT A WHINGE

I am not going to whine about the weather except -- to say I can no longer see the trees in the foreground of this picture. All this stuff came up and got us. I may change this later but meanwhile, I have mysteries to solve, beans to fry and the supermarket run to do before darkness falls. Tomorrow is a holiday in Italy after which Christmas begins. Lights go up, shopkeepers look hopeful and people begin scoffing panetone.