Arrested Development.

It’s quite foggy here at the moment, and there’s something I like doing at night when it’s foggy. I go out with a torch and shine it upwards so that the beam is picked out in white by the water vapour. It reminds me of those old war movies about London in the Blitz, which is a bit silly but there you are. It’s odd how little girls almost invariably grow up, but little boys rarely seem to.