August 23, 2007.

It's one of those sodden London days when your shoes never dry out and your hair is always wet, when umbrellas fail and puddles are deeper than you think they are. It's one of those days when the sky is so low that you can bump your head against it, one of those days that's enough to scrub the effervescence from your bones, enough to make you lie down and never want to get up again.