Us too. Our feet have only just dried out after traipsing through the sodden streets to get to work this morning and our hair is unlikely to recover. The weather has, mercifully, brightened up, but the umbrella carcasses that litter the office are a cruel reminder of what we went through to get here.
So at times like this we find comfort in the knowledge that someone, somewhere is on a log flume, having the time of their life and considerably wetter than us.
Thanks to Frankie and his friends for making us smile.