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Saturday Night and the dog (Flame) wants out. I usually do the late night dog walks, so off I go, boots on, several layers on and my big fleece.
Out the gate, down towards the pier and whoosh, there's the rain, full pelt in the face.

Go to send a text to Deirdre who's sitting in the living room in front of the fire, and mis-send it due to really cold fingers. (That and I wasn't paying too much attention as I was running about the pier like a dafty trying to miss the raindrops, and play with Flame at the same time). Get back into the house, water the dog, check the fire, head to bed.

11.38 - my mobile rings (though I don't hear it as I'm in bed and its down stairs). A message is left from a tipsy friend saying that they don't care that its raining, they're in the pub and a bit drunk.

I've kept the message - well its funny, and I like the sound of his voice....