The last boy scout

We're having a quite blustery day here in Sarf London. It is, in fact, rather windy all over Old Blighty today. How windy is it? I've seen two old ladies blown off their feet. Both of whom, I should add, I gallantly helped back to their feet and then assisted them in gathering up their shopping which had gone tumbling from their trolleys. Unfortunately in one case some egg met a grisly end and had to be left behind.

Now please excuse me whilst I go sit down and feel smug and generally good about myself.