51st Shade of Grey......

Following on from yesterday's gloomfest, it's STILL pouring.

My mobile isn't good enough to capture the raindrops (actually, 'drops' is a misnomer....'pints' would be closer to descriibing the size of 'em) rainpints crashing onto the canal this morning.....but I love the movement of the water anyway....

Everything and everyone is so glum - I fear I have fallen through a black hole and am now one of the characters in a play by Chekhov.

Is it too early for a large vodka?