The weatherman says it's raining

And he's not wrong. In fact, it's looking like a terminal piss down situation pretty much all week.



But the great British public don't seem to mind too much. I don't either. It can rain as much as it wants unless I'm a) camping (last weekend) or b) continuing wildly overambitious garden restructuring (this weekend). Most of the time I've quite enjoyed sitting here with my lamp on drinking soothing rainy afternoon cups of white tea.

joella