Drip drip drop little April showers.

It began so well, cycling to work along the canal in the glorious spring sunshine with a big smile on my face. Then the pitter-patter of rain could be heard and the sky darkened. It got so dingy I could barely see my plaster so I wandered round site in search of a light. Everyone was trudging with miserable slouches on their shoulders looking glum. And it rained and rained and rained. Shouldn't be a surprise, this is Engerland.