MORE RAIN

The rain thunders down. It reminds me of the Lake District - with some notable exceptions: I'm not on holiday, there are no fells to look at through the mist and I have work to do.

Sort of.

Nonetheless, it's raining like it does in Cumbria - and that's rather nice. I strode along the high street, tiptoeing over puddles and twisting my umbrella into the wind. I walk faster in the rain, more purposeful, more focused, with that kind of determination you get when you tie your shoelaces really tightly.

Mind you, I was also ten minutes late for work.