Recent times have seen much perturbation and disquiet; the beetle market has often closed early and a spate of groyning has left even the most hardy nervous of the avenues. I have recorded events daily upon a fresh balustrade I discovered by the Grand Fresco and I believe my observations have met with a degree of approval amongst the cognoscenti. My silk bats continue to scavenge but one seems convinced that I live off buttons. Fortunately my landlord is an inveterate button collector and is willing to accept them in lieu of rent.