I woke up at 3 this morning with what sounded like Niagra Falls pounding down outside my bedroom window. After so long without any substantial rain to speak of last night the heavens opened. Like a Grand Opening. Like all of a sudden they remembered how to rain and thought, oh shoot we best clear the backlog. There you go.
It was kind of nice to be home, like some old nanna with my knitting and my 'stories' (although, can I just say that they really need to bring back Scotty on "Brothers & Sisters", because fankly its appeal is tarnished without him). Oh, and to the producers of this year's brand spanking 'new' "Big Brother", when you said that this year the housemates would represent "all walks of life", I didn't realise you meant so long as they were blonde and between the ages of 22 and 24. Nice try with the teetotal Mormon though! (Even if she isn't a virgin.)
Anyhoo. A quiet night at home. A bowl of vegetarian chilli and toast. Knitting. Watching the teev. Turning up the teev because I couldn't hear it over the torrential rain storm outside thank you very much. Even waking a few times through the night was ok because it was kind of nice to hear the rain pounding down, for a change.