you know the Spanish rhyme about the sky, looking as if it is bricked up? tonight waiting for a train to take me back home from Gatwick i looked up and thought that was precisely what had happened, wondering when a good unbricker would appear.. it looked like the wall across the platform, gray and completely smooth like a plane of plaster reaching up to the end of the sky. But it was only fog. An illusion of pasty flatness which now.. makes a blurry sphere around every object in everyone's gardens. even around the moon, this fog is very clingy!