Up to my neck in it.

Washed the bedclothes as soon as we got up this morning, because the forecast said it was going to be a dry day. Who were they kidding?  We went to Porthcawl, and up at the harbour, it was so windy, I could barely keep my camera still to take a photo. I gave up in the end, and walked into town. Spent about an hour browsing the shops, and then J phoned to see if I was ready, which of course I was.  We are having a curry later, and a night of catch up television. It doesn't feel much like August, does it?