Holy Water

Is he laughing at my misfortune?

As I walked round Ely Cathedral on a dull morning I thought I'd find a blip on the way back. Perhaps the sun would come out later.

Oh foolish man! No umbrella, it hammered down. I walked back to the sound of water splashing down.

In my long, dark coat with a soaked scarf plastered over my head, I wandered down the aisle, looking for a seat in the train home. Someone behind me whispered "I thought he was Nun." :-)