Tools of the trade

It's drizzly and poor Milard, the Diocesan handyman, is outside fixing my dilapidated railing. Couldn't have chosen a worse day as we have had days and days of sunshine. But we need the rain, so I am celebrating.

I remember when I first moved to the UK in November 1990. I decided to stay inside and basically put my life on hold until the weather improved. It didn't take very long to realise I wouldn't have a life. There I celebrated sun, here the rain. But I don't think Milard is today.