Surfing on a Wet Sunday

This was not a day for rising with the lark or even with alacrity.
The rains had arrived as predicted, washing away yesterday's summer in an instant and turning the world outside the door into a giant shower cabinet with the water running on full.

There was nothing for it but to decamp to a local cafe, indulge in sugary goodies, and watch the world beyond the window go by under umbrellas, or fellow cafe dwellers surfing the internet, before buying the Sunday Papers and retreating homeward.

It will be a long day.