The weather breaks...

The gaudy, blabbing and remorseful day
Is crept into the bosom of the sea;
And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades
That drag the tragic melancholy night;
Who, with their drowsy, slow and flagging wings,
Clip dead men's graves and from their misty jaws
Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air.

Well I suppose we need it, and it does sound pretty as it patters on the glass, but I hope the rain doesn't stay too long.

Spent the day immersed in the 1980's BBC versions of Henry VI (Parts I, II, & III) - both carrying on this week's 15th Century fest and (failing) to make up for my (financial) inability to attend their marathon performance at The Globe....how I detest this poverty!