It's been an unexpectedly brilliant day.  Not the weather:  we all got back from our hurtle this morning half sodden and half fried as the fat black clouds alternate with the July sun, and in less than a perfectly balanced and open-to-what-the-universe-sends mood.  Or that was me anyway.  The hellhounds are more tolerant.*  I was sure I could see the steam rising off my All Stars. 

            We then rushed down to the mews so I could plunge into the piano for as long as possible before my less