I've no idea what was going on with the weather in Brighton this morning, but walking down the hill past A&E at 8:30am was like trekking down a wind tunnel in a tsunami. I took this photo from our living room window before I left for work...


... and frankly it was no better on dry land. Not that there was any. I'd have driven the 400 metres to work, but I wasn't sure it was passable without a hovercraft. By the time I reached OPD, I was soaked through and could no longer feel my face. My first patient said it wasn't weather for the faint-hearted. I told her to forget the faint-hearted and spare a thought for the bald-headed. That's the last time I leave home without a hat.