mice at both ends

On my walk to Hampstead Village this morning - the most English of autumnal walls, somehow, and then a set of mice leaping along a wall - rather like the ones that bounced along the walls at the V&A's Beatrix Potter show a couple of years back.

And now, some hours later, Gramsci - with one of the toy mice that he's been rounding up in my absence.

That was a long Monday.