Day Fourteen: April 25, 2014. 8.00am. The biggus erectus is shrouded in a cumulus nimbus.
Temperature: After a spell of warmth, we return to cooler temps. Can anyone explain why we say ‘spell’? Are we ‘spellbound’?
Greyscale: A gradient of grey greeted me this morning. It was like someone had dipped the Shard in milk.
In E L James’s words: (In a similar vein) He plunged his shard into the white milkiness of her delicate Victoria sponge (gotcha!)