Thank you to the British weather for delivering three inches of rain in just half an hour at the weekend, causing the Edwardian drain under my road to overflow and spew forth the detritus -of the neighbourhood into my back-yard.  Still, I mustn't complain (too much) for I didn't fair as badly as the poor sods a hundred metres down the road who had the misfortune of being in a dip at the bottom of a hill. With nowhere to go, the water flooded the entire pavement in front of their house, leaving a foot high tide line right up to the front porch and all sorts of nastiness in the front garden. 

For me the garden shed was the only place the water managed to penetrate, which wasn’t too bad since it was mostly full of old junk that should have been thrown away years ago. I guess it's a good thing that it's all ruined as it forces us to have a clear out of the accumulated crap.  Mind you, it would be much a more pleasant task if the crap didn't stink so badly that we have to wear face masks.

Apologies if you were expecting Afsheen this week (and I know she made a promise to) but I doubt she’d have anything different to say to the torrential rainstorms we’ve been having and continue to. At least there are some marvellous new reviews for you to peruse, eh?

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