Mr T was in need of some frozen and fresh goods from the Sainsburys around the corner. A seemingly simple mission, that got ever so slightly dampened by the most instantaneous, swift and ruthless downpour in a long time, lasting for about as long as it took me to bike down the street, lock up and walk up to the shop. Lovely Mr T looked appalled when I returned in a state and offered a hot drink to dry up a bit, which I as politely as possible refused, mentioning I wasn't living too far away. We had a very brief chat, and I let Mr T go back inside as he was quite uncomfortable standing up, having had surgery and still working to build up strength again. Here's hoping for a full recovery!