JANUARY RAIN.

I'm recovering from food. The festive season is a throwback to the days of living in caves and stocking up for the end of life as we know it.
   There's a button here I'm going to try out. How large can I make the text on my blog?
   This big. The largest setting. If I'd been in charge of that, I'd've called it EFFING HUGE.
   Just me? Okay then.
   Outside in mild rain. January rain? In the sense that this is January and it's raining.
   Proper January rain falls in the form of ice-cold steel rods that spear your shoulders. You feel the effect in your kidneys. People watching the street from the safety of double-glazed windows also feel the effect in their kidneys...
   Just before turning their backs on you out of fear for their other bits and pieces. Proper January rain chills people hiding in caves.
   I was out in the rain. January rain. And it was sub-tropical. Where did the cold month go?
   It'll be along shortly, after a slight delay. Writers, desperate to use evil January rain as inspiration for storytelling, must wait.