A wet end

I wouldn’t say the weather has been bad again today, but I’ve actually been watching snooker to distract me from what was going on outside. When you leave the house at 7.45am, and by the time you reach your car your ankles are wet and your hairstyle’s ruined, then you know it’s not exactly Springlike.

Never mind – it’s May tomorrow, which means…… well actually it means naff all – Mays for the past few years have been as shitty as Aprils, so this Arctic wind-and-wuthering wetness may drag on for weeks yet.

In other news, I have a strange urge to get a new tattoo done. I’m not sure what it would be, I just have an inkling that I’d like to get inked.

Maybe a rain gauge on my lower leg might be appropriate.

RC 30-4-18