Everyone’s favourite. Not too cold, but the sweaters and boots - suede and 70s groovy jeans and crocheted accessories - come out. The tan fades from your hands and the laugh lines around your eyes are less defined, or at least, they seem that way. You start to close the windows, drink Scotch, the good, smoky stuff, by cautious fingerfuls. You start a new project while you wait for news. Your mind turns to comic possibilities after so much delving into the hard matter of life. As Linus says in response to the comment that we are all going to die some day, “yes, but most of the days we are aren’t” the new work is in that vein. Absurdity, vanity, desperate love, or, at least, infatuation, against a backdrop of social stricture and professional misconduct. Doesn’t that sound like fun?