Sweaty rain

There's nothing worse than sweaty rain. We just had our two days of summer and just as my son Sam's summer scheme were heading to Stormont Park, the heaven's opened. But it's still really warm. I headed out secure in the knowledge that I had my waterproof in my bag only to reach in my hand and pull out the empty pack-a-mac bag.
Mmm - interesting "Thought for the day" by Gareth Higgins this morning. He confessed to the fact that he is about to emigrate from Northern Ireland and was asking such questions as, "I wonder will I find myself having to sell newspapers at road junctions? Or will people shout abuse at me in the street?" I have to say I think it unlikely, Gareth. Are you not going to America to do something intellectual at a University? Maybe I'm wrong. Perhaps Virtual Methodist could help out with this. How likely is it that Gareth will find himself locked up in an Immigants detention centre in the next say 3 months? Still I took his point on attitudes to Immigrants in this country. I remember David White (our Ballymena friend who's name doesn;t reflect the colour of his skin) the Community Relations facilitator asking us all in a workshop why our daughters or Aunts who had emigrated had just gone to the country of their choice to get pregnant.
Well, my Auntie Margaret in the States is 71 and when she went she'd already got two children. Mind you. She did have another all American boy while she was there. Perhaps that was her cunning plan all the time.