Friday was a bit wet. Well, very wet. OK, extremely wet. Rain of the kind for which the word “torrential” was invented. Now it used to be said that the way you could tell summer had arrived in Britain was that the rain started to get warmer. But this doesn’t seem to work any more. It’s been quite cool for August, presumably in an attempt to even things out after all that heat in July.
Went for a wee drinkie after work, then had an early night. I think it was early, anyway. I don’t actually remember checking the time, but I was tired….
 Which is why this post is appearing through a time warp