Here comes the rain again

Humph. There I was, walking home as normal, and it started to rain just after I crossed the Tyne. Now this wasn’t just a bit of drizzle, it was big fat drops. As my knees had been twinging a bit, I’d been thinking about getting the bus home anyway, and the rain made up my mind for me. Just as well, as by the time I got off the bus it was pouring down. I’d have got very wet…

I didn’t have any energy for more exercise – which is not a Good Thing, as I really do need to get back on the old rowing machine. Mutter.

This evening’s posting is assisted by a wee dram[1] of the rather smooth and tasteful Isle of Jura single malt. Not something I drink a lot of, or even all that frequently, but there is something nice about a good malt…

[1] As they probably don’t really say in Scotland :tongue: