Back to work.
And the BBC weather said there was about a 15% chance of showers.
Mother Nature clearly doesn't read the BBC website, so we had three hours of torrential rain along with thunder and lightning out at sea.


I am alone in work, at least in the European part of the department, and in reality I am the defacto head of global quality. As all layers of management are out on at least two weeks holiday.

Of course.
By the time the rain eased, it was too wet to go out, but promised myself an early morning stroll from Westcliffe on the morrow.
I prepared dinner, poured beer, and waited for Jools to return from a hard day in the metal purchasing business.
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