No Nonsense November.

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Today’s date, the twentieth of November, issues forth with a sober and serious tone when said aloud, don’t you think? There’s certainly nothing twinkly about it, in fact if dates were occupations this one would be a bank manager sitting behind a desk in a stale room. He eyes his pocket watch from behind a tortoise shell pince-nez , failing to recognise that turning up two minutes late for an interview with him is not a sign of discourtesy, but an indication of heavy traffic made even more chaotic by a sudden and heavy dump of snow. No room for chaos or missed appointments on the twentieth of November.