It's raining!

Normally that wouldn't even be worthy of a mention but it's been dry and sunny for so long that the rain deserves its own comment, even a title.

I don't know if that's contributing to my feeling of bleurghiness. The fear that this may mark the end of the best of our summer. It's traditional for it to be sunny in June; it always was at exam time. Followed by a more changeable and wet July and August for the holidays.

Yesterday was heavy. Zac's chef and I agreed, "We don't care any more. Let's just stop everything and walk out. Because we don't care!"

We didn't obviously. Instead we served up over seventy hot meals and scrubbed all the pots afterwards, but it was ridiculously clammy in the tiny kitchen. The air weighed down on us.

And now it's raining. So I'm thinking I could do some long-awaited cleaning. But then I think better of that idea and decide to do a jigsaw. I don't have to think when I'm doing a jigsaw except about the pieces. Cleaning gives me too much time to depress myself.

"I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in to stop my mind from wandering where it will go, oh, where it will go."

Having just checked the lyrics I see it's, "rain gets in and stops my mind from wandering." So really the opposite of what I mean. But let's have the song anyway.