I looked out of the kitchen window. It was not raining.
It had rained. It would rain. But it was not raining.
Of course, but the time I got outside, it was raining.
As I walked up to the vineyards I got one of those severe, sharp, stabbing pains that shoots directly up your leg and threatens to make you fall over. It meant nothing. There was no real problem. It just hurt. I stretched and the pain went away.
I got to the vineyards and decided to use my inhaler before setting off.
And I gave myself a coughing fit.
Such are the hurdles to be jumped by the morning runner, before he even begins!
There were nice flowers, though.