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desperanceThe last couple of days we've had torrential thunderstorms, interspersed by warm sunshine. Mostly, the sunshine has tempted me out in T-shirts and the thunderstorms have caught me far from home. It's a running joke, except that I refuse to run in rain (I entertain the delightful notion that you get wetter that way, because you run into so many more raindrops that would otherwise have missed you).
Today, though, has been wall-to-wall grey dreary rain, with no hint of either thunder or sun. And it's my last day in Henley, and I did fancy a walk by the river, and I wouldn't ordinarily let the weather put me off but it's horrible out there, more horrible than wet, even; and I really don't fancy hauling a bagful of sodden clothes around, so I am like unto a caged tiger, all sullen and stripy. Come and see me in Aylesbury tomorrow night, and I shall be a bright and shining tiger; today, though, I am as greyscale as the day.
Today, though, has been wall-to-wall grey dreary rain, with no hint of either thunder or sun. And it's my last day in Henley, and I did fancy a walk by the river, and I wouldn't ordinarily let the weather put me off but it's horrible out there, more horrible than wet, even; and I really don't fancy hauling a bagful of sodden clothes around, so I am like unto a caged tiger, all sullen and stripy. Come and see me in Aylesbury tomorrow night, and I shall be a bright and shining tiger; today, though, I am as greyscale as the day.