Dreich, damp, drookit....

.....and that's just inside the pharmacy!

Earlier today, Mr Pickles inadvertently put his legs through a wet ceiling tile, and dropped to the floor like some sort of ninja plumber.

He stood up, shook off some loose plaster, recommended vinegar in the final rinse to a random woman asking about hair conditioner, and ventured out into the storm singing something from Fiddler On The Roof.

Tomorrow, we shall mostly be wearing wetsuits.....