More rain

This blip doesn't really capture the amount of water that was pouring over the weir just off Riverbank Street. After a short walk in the morning the day seemed to slip by. I spent most of the afternoon finishing Richard Holloway's The stories we tell ourselves, I think the critic who suggested he hadn't given back his ticket after all slightly missed the point. 
Some stretching on line yoga exercises in the late afternoon which hopefully will help me sleep a bit better tonight, downloading the paper at 1.30 am is becoming too much of a habit.