The other week, there was much conversation on social media of the sky being a funny reddy-orangey colour in the South East of the UK.
Transpires it wasn’t the end of days at all, but a load of sand particles being blown in from the Sahara Desert.
So, y’know, nothing to worry about at all.
It did mean I had this song in my brain for hours, though:
To be honest, there’s a Quo song playing in my head 99% of the time, just turned out that this time it was bordering on relevant.