there are two things (at least) which i must report to the blogosphere out of the weekend's endeavours. firstly, that i had the good fortune on friday night to meet perhaps london's nicest bus driver on the way to putney. knighthoods and principalities be bestowed upon his smiling face.

the second is merely to list the manifold ways in which i addressed the duck yesterday: scratchings, confit legs, fried maigret and tonight pumpkin risotto. such (false) thrift feels deeply appropriate in these deepening autumnal times.