You. Outside. Now.

One week of the holidays down, another four to go. Ho hum.
The weather has taken a turn for the worse. The second day in a row of torrential rain. The rain floods gutters and makes a great sound on concrete.
Today I slipped on some wet decking and lost my footing with no warning whatsoever. I smashed my tea mug against the side of the house and fell completely arse-over-tit. Ouch. My littlest toe is now a lovely shade of purple/black and resembles nothing so much as a prinskorv (or cocktail sausage, if you're reading this outside Sweden).
Please come back Mr Sunshine. We miss you.