Rain Stopped Play

A strange and unsatisfying day. We awoke at about a quarter to five (bloody shouting seagulls!) and so we went early to the allotment. Did a power of work.
Then home for a quick shower and off up town; M to a demo and a shindig, me to get the train to the football. I was sorely tempted by the promise of baked goods and good company up in Shandon, but felt a moral obligation to attend the first competitive game of the season, even if it was just the diddy diddy cup.
Good to see some folk, have a bridie for lunch and a couple of pints, but, at twenty to three, the heavens opened in a biblical fashion, lightning fused the electricity and the pitch (baked to concrete-like consistency under the sun of the last 2 weeks) rapidly flooded.
It poured down. Going from the bar to the Toon End stand (about a hundred paces) I got so wet that I looked as if I had jumped in a swimming pool.
Valiant efforts were made by all the staff to brush the water off the surface, but after 3/4 of an hour, the game was officially declared a bogey.

Everyone pitched in with a broom. This is Neil McCann, our assistant coach. The man has 5 Scottish Cup medals, 3 Premier League Winners medals and 26 caps for Scotland, but he was not above spending his afternoon brushing water off the pitch. In vain :(