Another day another downpour. What has happened to the summer? Thank G for a large, stout umbrella, gum boots, North Face wet gear and webbed-feet attachments and the emergency water-wings. No wonder we Poms have skin that looks like rain washed ivory. No wonder, at the slightest hit of Sol raising a smile, we strip in anticipation of a lobsterine tan. As you can guess we are going a bit stir-crazy at the moment ... thank G, again, for "other interests" which don't require expeditions into the maelstrom.
