Radio 2 playing the chart from 1993 zooms me right back to by 12th birthday in the garden. Parents hired one of those velcro walls you throw yourself at. Can even remember what I wore (heavy on the lilac denim).

The fog just will not lift

Another steamy evening. Puzzled holidaymakers peering out from the Esplanade “I think I can just about make out the sea”.

Kafkaesque @BritishGas saga continues. Having confirmed my account is up to date (and indeed that BG would be refunding me money) I have today received a letter from a debt agency recovering money for BG. Unable to reach the company or log in to their customer portal. I AM LOST.

Gel printing and collage workshop at Gallery 33. Scarborough - never a dull moment.

Foggy drizzle but still warm

Just sharpened and organised all my eyeliners and tested them in the traditional spot (back of hand) for any duds to bin, and I feel a splendid sense of accomplishment.

The oddest weather. Following a torrential downpour it is now steamy outside, like actual steam room territory.

Another misty morning

Believe it or not this is the sea. Fog settled in overnight but looks like the sun might break through eventually.

Turned out nice

Damp start to the day but good to be home after a few days in London

For those disappointed the Mansion House speech is now expected to be light on pensions, worth remembering it is all part of a wider ecosystem - great summary here of other highlights and lowlights.

Well that looks like a perfectly legitimate email address for someone from DWP….

Never gets tired (though I miss Scarborough)

Arrived in baking London will dinner tonight be:.

This morning I saw two seagulls pulling apart and eating a dead pigeon. You’ll be pleased to know I didn’t photograph that one.

Sea fret (fog) has burned off and now it’s back to blue on blue

Scarborough. We always have to be different.

Cool and quiet on the balcony. Though reading a novel about people drowning at sea is perhaps not the vibe.