Awash

Puddocking wet so it was, as we stepped up to the Farmers' Market to meet up with AJ and P. The streets were awash and there wasn't a table to be had at Hamilton's so we traipsed further, up to Patisserie Florentin. That's when I realised the sole of one of my boots had become a bit detached from the uppers. Yeuch. Anyway, while we were in there blethering away it must have stopped and we were able to get back for a stroll about the market.
And home to dry those socks.
Davis Cup, eh? And what about Jamie Vardy? Eh, eh? I was actually heading out to a wee gig in the evening but it moved to a later start, the weather was shitty, and suddenly The Deep was on TV... the streets weren't really that wet and cold in retrospect.