It’s as wet and windy as a cross little baby this morning.

I wouldn’t like to be a postie today.

I wouldn’t like to cross the Queen Elizabeth Bridge (or any bridge) today.

I wouldn’t like to be homeless today. (The gypsy in me fancies it just ocasionally - usually on hot summer nights)

I wouldn’t like to be cooped up in a classroom with a horde of kids today.

I wouldn’t like to go to the shops today.(But I have to - I forgot to get milk yesterday)

What I am going to do is spend the morning photographing a flower I froze in water for a photo competition. The comp closes tomorrow, so I’m true to form - last minute dash. Need to post it when I get the milk.