I can't believe just how much water has fallen out of the sky since Monday. It's far too wet to visit the allotment and I'm trying not to think of the seedlings getting bigger in the plastic-house while weed-free ground at the plopment doesn't. And while I'm typing this, one of my cats has just been sick on the carpet. Today gets better and better.
So I'm miserable and there's no pictures to show you either. Instead, have a poem, reputedly from about the time of Shakespeare:
The rain it raineth all day long
Upon the just and unjust fella
But mostly on the just because
The unjust hath the just's umbrella