SOME rain in Glasgow yesterday. We liked the optimism of the folk running the Christmas ice rink at George Square who were asked if it was still open yesterday despite the weather. They put out the message on social media: "The rain won't stop the skating fun... but make sure you wear your waterproofs." How exciting does that sound.

TALKING of bad weather, it reminds John Bannerman of the rain that poured down at T in the Park this summer. He recalled: "My sixteen year-old grandson and three pals were dropped someway far off from the venue, and were exhausted when they arrived at an open mud bath. An ancient East-of-Scotland spiv offered to carry their heavy luggage to their far-off tent site in his wheelbarrow, which they gladly accepted, at the extortionate cost of £40. After about 50 yards, the old codger feigned a dizzy spell, and they had to push the wheelbarrow themselves, and return it to him. No discount was offered to the young lads. He performed this trick several times afterwards."

DAVIS Cup final yesterday, and we like how Judy Murray is well aware of how she is regarded in some quarters. As she posted on social media during the final: "It's a mother's duty to embarrass their kids."

She then added a picture of a pensioner wearing a Union Jack headscarf and revealed: This is my mother yesterday at the Davis Cup. Tremendous."

"I THINK I've got a really twisted sense of humour," a reader phones to confess. "We're now approaching the time of year that if I get a good parking spot at the Silverburn shopping centre, I like to sit in the car for a while with my reversing lights on."

GROWING old continued. A Glasgow dad was heard explaining to his phone-obsessed children: "When I was your age we had to do emojis with our own faces."

AND Jim McDonald in Carluke reads The Herald news story that injured cyclists are to sue Edinburgh Council after falling off while crossing the new tram lines in the capital, and tells us: I was brought up in Glasgow when trams were one of the modes of transport and cobbled streets were common. Not once did my rectum kiss the cobbled streets due to falling off my bike as I travelled over tramlines, crossed tramlines and wet cobbles. We learned by experience, took care and were sensible. Can't understand Embra folk!"

CHAP in a Glasgow pub was moaning to his pals about his wife. "She's constantly making sarcastic comments about my receding hairline," he told them.

Then added: "It's starting to wear a little thin.

IAN Arnott in Peterborough spots an advertisement in a magazine for a Burns Night at a restaurant in nearby Duddington which will include "Dressing the Haggis." He wonders what the English attendees at the event will be expecting to take place.

TOO late! A colleague catches our eye and wanders over to tell us: "I went to see my mum and poured my heart out over a cup of coffee."

He added after I stared at him for a while: "Made it taste disgusting."