It has, of course, rained all day. And I have just told someone I have known for about 24 hours that, after studying a particular puddle on a table outside this warm little room, I have noticed the rain has finally let up. I have half a bottle of crummy wine in my veins. It’s time to go a-walkin, and to take this nasty stuff with me. I am on the wrong side of the river but I will have a good old time anyway.