However: I hold also to the fine tradition of going for long walks whatever the weather, to ponder problems in my work in progress. Also, to shop for dinner; and also, these days, just for the steps, to satisfy my Fitbit.
Therefore: you are not to draw any conclusions, erroneous or otherwise, when I say that I have just been walking in the rain. Because I could. I went for a walk! In the rain! For miles'n'miles, and it only rained harder all the way!
Yay rain. It won't break the drought, but oh, it's welcome. Apparently the weird high-pressure system over the Pacific that's been shoving all our weather up to Canada for over a year now has relented, at least for the nonce, and the jetstream has slithered southerly and we should have storm-pulses slamming in broadside off the ocean for the next few days. So say the forecasters, at least: who are not the BBC, but they've been spot on today. Which did not at all stop me going out and getting very wet indeed. Who cares? I have dry clothes, and a warm
Also, I have learned a thing: even the smell of rain on this dry country, the petrichor is different here. I can manage to be homesick on my own, but nostalgia needs a seed, a grain of sand, something to bind upon. A smell is classic, but not on offer hereabouts, not today.