Silver and gold and
it's growing cold
Autumn leaves lay
as thick as thieves
Shivers down your spine
chill you to the bone
'Cos the mandolin wind
is the melody that turns
Your heart to stone

It’s my (hopefully) last full day here!  I’d be smiling, but I braved a night without my painkillers and my mouth is hurting more than yesterday.

Mark this day down, though! I’m actually wearing pink!