The refurbishments continue apace, so posting will have to wait - though I have given in to the temptation to comment elsewhere.
Thus I have no time or leisure to do justice to the delightfully symbolic news story that the Houses of Parliament are sliding inexorably into the mud of Father Thames.
Fortunately, wiser bloggers than I have done the story justice, so without further ado I refer you to Demetrius and Anna Raccoon.
And to accompany the mental image of the Palace of Westminster gently subsiding into its historic swamp, here's my current earworm - self-indulgent, lush and far too much fun to keep to myself....
A Bright Golden Haze
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