I walk down the lane, with meds if there's pain.

Having collected Mr G's meds at the same time as another pickup, it was then a question of how quickly I could get to his flat to deliver before it started to pour, as the skies above looked threatening. Fortunately there were no lampposts to get in the way, and I made it to his front door still dry.

The same couldn't be said as I exited the building and whilst it probably would have bemused Mr G's neighbours if I'd danced down the street doing an impersonation of Gene Kelly splashing through the puddles and singing in the rain, I was keener to find a doorway in which to take shelter!