Prostrate

It rained most of the day, although we've been spared the worst of storm Ciaran thus far. I had to go up to Timpsons to get extra copies of our new main door key made, and couldn't resist taking a pic of this pathetic little teddy bear, discarded and sodden. The very epitome of Bob Copper's phrase....."I were prostrate with dismal." (He was quoting an ancestral Copper, I think). There are far too many folk on the planet feeling like this tonight.

Poor Ted.