As expected it rained. Contrary to popular belief I don’t mind when it rains. Not always anyway. Once in a while it is a welcome relief to have a day to catch up on stuff. This is the day you dream about “if only I had a spare day I could alphabetise my collection of Death Metal CD’s and perhaps then I could tidy out the family crypt and then maybe take the boa for a slither around the block”. What happened in reality was cooking, tidying, administration, then driving to a physio appointment in the pouring rain past a million (at least) waterproofed holiday makers trying to make the best of it, returning via a supermarket where another million (if not more) dripping holiday makers were buying indulgence (chocolate and beer) and looking on the bright side. I felt I should apologise to them. Welcome to the British Summer! Happy August!