A new day....

....and the sun hits my face like a slap as we turn off Clifton Gardens, and I lids assume a defensive position. My faith in weather.co.uk meant I'd left my sunglasses right next to my brolly, a comme çi comme ça retaliation to the grey clouds with threatening drops predicted. The rays warm my face, and I'm back in Mykonos, working on the most deliciously golden brown tan ever... the smile sneaks across my face unmindful of the woollen collar tickling my nape, but my urge to purr is rudely interrupted by a well bred voice loftily proclaiming our imminent arrival at Edgware road station..... Ahoy Monday!