For the second time this week it has rained all day. At one point it looked on the verge of clearing up, but no such luck. Pouring rain set in yet again.
Imagine the scene. We are in our local Market Place. It is Friday morning. It is wet. Very wet.
Although it is market day most of the traders have taken one look out of the bedroom window and gone back to bed. There are a couple of fruit and vegetable stalls, a fish stall, the cheese lady, the biscuit and bits and bobs man and - don't let's forget the garden man - standing shivering in the rain amongst his Summer bedding.
Otherwise the Market Place is full of traffic cones, most of them strategically pushed to one side by locals, who know from experience that no more traders will be coming today in this weather, so they can park their cars there.
Customers? Well, we need our five a day and the produce on the fruit and veg stalls is excellent and super fresh. The fish is newly caught. The selection of cheeses is second to none and mouth-wateringly tempting. So there is no doubt the customers will be there. And this is where my plea comes in.
If you were to stand on top of the Town Hall and look down on the scene it would seem as dull and monochrome as a Black ahnd White Photograph. Brollies would be black or a dark colour, macintoshes would be of the black, brown, fawn, navy sort of colour that everybody wears in wet weather.
So here is my suggestion. Please local clothing shops - fill your windows with yellow sou'westers, bright blue wellies, red macintoshes, green anoraks, polka dot umbrellas. Because would it not be joyous on a pouring wet Friday morning to walk into town and see a plethora of cheery colours brightening up the wet day? Oh, and a jolly music group playing on the Town Hall steps wouldn't come amiss either.
Then we could all start out with a spring in our steps saying, 'Bother the rain. Who cares if we get wet. At least we look cheerful.'