Soggy bottoms

I'm going to stand under the hand dryer in the bathroom for a while. The bottom of my trousers are totally soaked. So soaked that they will probably be dry when it's time to go home. I'd love this weather if it wasn't for the public transport factor.

And there was no jogging this morning. There is a rain that falls gently on the earth, like the quality of mercy, and that can be jogged in, but then there is a rain that pummels it, like God had the high-pressure hose out to blast away the world's accumulated rubbish, and only fools go out in that.

(P.S. If I could access facebook at work, this probably wouldn't be a blog post. Note what facebook has done to the world ...)