Dodging the Rain

I dived into the Bookshop on the corner to get out of the rain, and some of the usual suspects were doing a crossword across the counter.
"What regatta is it?" Jack asked, looking at a clue.
Pete nodded towards the window. "Just out there," he said. "Hey, we could make paper boats and race them down to Booths!"

And since Islay dives into Broad Street any chance she gets - and even more now there's pet food at the back - I met Elizabeth. She'd just taken her black scottie dog Jess to the vet's to have three teeth out. Father Richard and Jimmy the Curate had gone along as moral support "because Jess really loves Jimmy."
She was also rather pleased that she was Slimmer of the Week this week at the group she goes to. "It's rather sweet really," she said, "a bit like infant school - if you meet your target, you get a star, and I got a star for losing 12lb!"