Wrong time, wrong place

Today was not the day to fix the flat... This shot was taken under a bridge, no jacket, soaked to the bone, sore from the direct hit of a thousands hailstones.

And then, cycling up the road later, some dick in a car decided to point out to me, by means if an open window, just how wet I was. I pointed out to him what a dick he was, all dry in his car... On reflection...

I made sweet pepper soup, salted sundried tomato rolls and apple, pear and plum crumble for Souper Thursday. On a Friday...