A deep breath

As we left the house we saw the dark clouds gathering, rolling our way like the clappers.
When we got to the bottom of the street* the first drops were falling.
By the time we reached the Drs surgery, although our fronts were totally dry, our backs were sopping wet, even my knickers. Lovely.
It was good fun though and thankfully the scootering made the journey quicker than it could have been!
The scooterers asthma check went well, no deterioration. We high-fived that one.

*When this photo was taken.