1. I look up at a tower. The clouds are scudding, and the brickwork seems to move.
2. Introducing Fenella to Beautiful South's haunting cover of You're the One that I Want and discovering that she loves it too.
3. To settle a supper argument about the four humours I get out Brewers Dictionary of Phrase and Fable. I can never remember the official name of black bile -- it's melancholy, which is a lovely word for a really useful emotion. I might spend some time being melancholic later in the year. Being cheerful all the time just can't be good for one.
