First things first: your intrepid correspondent wears the traditional Harkaway Spacesuit: pajama bottoms, an elderly wool jumper, and a dressing gown from a place in Covent Garden which sells bathrobery and snuggling items with a stylishly Merlin-like quality.
Oh, yes, and socks. I can’t remember what kind of socks, because they’re under the duvet.
In a brief foray upstairs to make more lemon & honey (I’m paracetamol-intolerant, whatever the hell that means, so any of the conventional cold medications turn me into a shivering, vomitous wreck) I discovered the first curious vista I wish to offer you this morning. 