Drookit.

Blowing a hoolie, horizontal sleet, brain freeze cold.

Pakora for lunch with a sauce so hot (in the immortal words of Victoria Wood) - could melt the buttons on a flame proof nightie!

Enough of that - the Rugby. Real edge of the seat stuff, what a final ten minutes! And the good guys won!!! Albeit gifted by an English player's deliberate penalty that ultimately cost them the match.