I wished for rain and so it is here - pouring down like someone has turned on the tap, it sounds lovely hitting the leaves, the grass and the roof and already I can hear that the gutter has overflown again (why the landlord didnt put up some guttering with a cover over it to stop the leaves I don't know because we are surrounded the trees the gutter is bound to be full of them.
My roast has gone in the oven - I figure that I can eat it hot in a sandwich or slice it and have it cold.
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