Seal the buns

1. It's raining. I mean right good old fashioned, not stopping, straight up and down, lashing.

2. Still raining, we drive to North Star for lunch but it's shut so end up in the wee Italian place next to it called Smile. It makes us smile - the meatball sandwich, the chocolate pudding and the chat with owner.

3. Still raining as I leave work and munch yet another of the homemade wee buns courtesy of Clare. As I put the lid back on it strikes us that the phrase 'seal the buns' sounds vaguely nautical.

4. Still raining but I figure out how my grill works. Every cloud and all that.

5. Still raining as I look at the clock and go for a very, very early night.