At least it’s wet where I am, after many days of hot, sunny weather.
It’s also gloomy as this is a very slow-moving band of light rain that nevertheless wets because it is persistent. So no work outside today. A day for reading and writing – and a glass of wine, the whiskey having run out.
To top it off it’s turned cold, so much so that between that and the rain and gloom I’ve decided to light the fire.
On January 24!
If only there were thunderstorms with this.
I suppose if I were a tougher bastard I’d simply put on a jersey inside. Or perhaps like this guy, Mr Simon Smith, just go to the pub?
Yes, the purple entrance you see is actually a pub, in Reading, England. I wonder if this has since become his perfect song?
Meanwhile I suspect this female biker would not have done as well, and not just because she’s slightly built but also because she seems…. unaware (sound down unless you like a one-hit rap song that White people liked)
No Minister 
Wondering where the vote from the “Climber” might go, HeHe.