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I skipped going to an outdoor Merchant of Venice yesterday because it was raining all day, and I'm glad; it was certainly irritating that the rain went from heavy to torrential just as I stepped out of work, but if I hadn't been able to escape on to the bus but had to sit around drowning as Portia went on about the quality of mercy, I'd have hacked out a pound of my own flesh.

(It was wet rain. I don't remember my feet getting wet through the shoelace holes before in this country.)

The "continental market" in town today seems to be bulked up with British traders with cushions and things, but I had some poffertjes which were pretty good.