It's wet doon sooth

This is my bag and trouser leg after the five-minute walk, with umbrella, to Newtown station. It's been raining in great sheets all night, and the gutters are a stepping-stones obstacle course for the unwary.

Jasper, appealingly, has decided that it's too inclement for him to piss in the flowerbeds at the end of our yard, and so squatted down outside our bathroom window while I was shaving this morning instead. That window is his front door and it's always open. So I hope it was just a piss.