Rain and hail and sun and rain and...
...so lovely, whether huddling at the bus-stop or sitting at my desk listening to the soft pelting from the garden against the peach-tree leaves.
A little after noon, going down into Camberwell to pay my credit-card bill and to make my monthly deposit into the second current account, I stood and watched the tiny pearls rebound from the fiercely permanent-waved grey hair of the woman next me.
A little after noon, going down into Camberwell to pay my credit-card bill and to make my monthly deposit into the second current account, I stood and watched the tiny pearls rebound from the fiercely permanent-waved grey hair of the woman next me.