Sting like a butterfly, float like a slug.

• Overheard in London. Brilliant.

• What the fucking fuck.

Friday's pics are up. Usual policy. Assistance with all missing names is most welcomed.

After breathing two-degree air on Saturday, I have a sore throat and/or cold. I am spending today in bed as much as is manageable. House is a pit, shopping not done, feel like poo. Zzzzz. Back to sleep now.