still the winter of my discontent

It's technically the first day of summer, but it looks like somebody didn't get the memo. Sure enough yesterday was very autumnal, with rain squalls, washed out sunlight, wind tearing yellowed leaves from trees. Today though it's full on winter, all cold lashing rain. To be honest, I could have stayed to watch the Centrepoint tower vanish in the swirling mists and squalls and then momentarily reapppear before being blotted out again, for quite a while, but I didn't, because it was dashed unpleasant being out-of-doors.

At least it wasn't raining yesterday evening, and lucky I decided to pick up a california roll on the way home as dinner was an al fresco affair on the back veranda.
( more: why does it always rain on me )