It's feckin freezin

I know this as i've just been hanging out a kitchen window trying to wake up in order to escort j to the airport bus in an hours time... There are even stars visible in the sky, no great shakes in some of our more rural environs, but sufficiently odd in central Brixton to prompt a brief "ooh" from me as i hung precariously over someone's garden. I'm now back enveloped in polish conversation of which i understand not a jot. It's remarkably soothing though, to the point i'm in danger of a wholly inappropriate falling asleep episode...