Battling mice is wearisome, and I could stretch a riff out on the subject, except I don't want to. I'm fed up with it all. But, who said it's only ever black, or only ever white? There's always some little bit of odd joy to extract from somewhere. Mine is that I can finally see the externals, the first budding shoots of the Heron Tower appear above ground. The vertebrae of a great building is starting to take shape. Love it. London cannot have enough skyscrapers. One on every corner, or better , one for every Starbucks there is.