For the rain it raineth every day

Lear’s Fool had it right.  I woke to rain this morning – again – and thought fearfully of our friends in Cockermouth with their baby twins, and my family driving to work across the flood plains of Gloucester.  I love rain usually, but our bedroom is starting to smell of mould and the puddles on the pavements are permanent and getting bigger…

Difficult not to get all apocalyptic…and why oh why have our TV channels been baton-passing The Day After Tomorrow from schedule to schedule recently?  If I see Dennis Quaid looking resolute one more time I’m going to start building an Ark.


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