At least it's mild!

Wednesday morning dawns bright and clear, so when Gill offers me the choice between taking the dog out or fighting my way round Sainsbury's, nice one thinks I, the pooch it is. It clouded over within about a minute of setting off, closely followed by what can only be described as a biblical deluge. By the time I got back, everything was wet, everything. Still, mustn't grumble, at least it's mild. : - (