After spending a restless night in which the Valkyries hammered at our window demanding entry for hours on end, I drove to work through the hail storm from hell. “Don’t worry” I thought “its just a shower”. Shortly after, as I sat in Lavinia and Lionel’s kitchen sipping a cup of their finest coffee, I looked out of the window. To my surprise the sky was full of white fluffy stuff “Good golly” I mused “that’s proper snow” followed swiftly by “Don’t worry, it’s just a shower”. So gallantly I donned full waterproof kit: hat, snood, oversized jacket, trousers, boots – nothing could encroach this meteorological force field. After some, I thought rather cruel, laughter from Lav I set to work, undaunted. This heralded the sun’s dramatic arrival. What followed was a horticultural striptease and the realisation that I had had no need to worry at all, it really was “just a shower”. Who would have thought it? I was right all along!