As I was woken up during the night by yet another downpour, and that rain is still falling as I sit at my computer, I got to thinking about rain.
No surprise there, as anyone who has ever read this blog will tell you, I write a lot about rain. A lot. Having to walk a dog in all weathers, and with outbuildings liable to flood when ground water gets to too high a level, I can assure you that rain matters a great deal to me.
But what about before? Before I retired, and had time to resent the rain spoiling my free time, restricting my movements, and making my daily dog walks miserable.
I didn’t even own an umbrella until 2001.
That was the year I started working for the Metropolitan Police in London, and could no longer drive to work.
I had to either get a bus…
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