...I wins it...

It wasn't a bad day weather wise this morning and as the forecast was merely cloudy I didn't wear a jacket, just my tshirt up top...

Little did I know that God had realised Plymouth is a modern day Sodom and Gomorrah and decided to flood it out.

I opened the doors to leave and was greeted by a wall of water, this wasn't rain, this was an airborne river being hammered around by a wind whipped up with the apparent desire of punishing the ungodly and blasphemous, or as it's more commonly known in ecclesiastical circles, 'me'.

So solid water, hammering winds and me in nowt but jeans, tshirt and my new canvas boots.

Nice.

Thankfully I did have my umbrella but thanks to the wind that did little more than keep the very top of my head dry, I might as well have worn a skullcap as the rest of me got very quickly soaked through.

The last time I got THIS wet it was in Liverpool and that was involved in a day far and away more fun...