I believe, my dears, there has been a dramatic change in the weather.

Outside my house this evening, it is raining.
It's clouded. It's grey. It's oppresive. And it's all those things that you'd expect to feature in a pathetic fallacy build up within the beginning of an Edgar Allan Poe sequence. But the sickly glow of daylight savings tarnishes it's reputable take on the trademarked setting, like sallowness of the skin can ruin any length of childhood 'happy snaps'.

But one thing you should always expect (and prepare for!), my dears, is a sudden and dramatic change in the weather.

The sky went orange, mauve, rose pink, agrum, purple, dusty red, fade back to orange.
And then black.

I saw it all.