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[freckles_and_doubt]

I've wandered around for the last couple of days with that stupid little Sunday School song about "the rain came down and the floods came up" buzzing around my brain. This is because it's been raining intermittently all weekend, producing random side effects of various sorts, like running out of underwear because it's all outside on the line, in the rain. Winter, she is Here. It's bloody cold. At last count there were four heaters on in this high-ceilinged, ice-cold morgue of a house - one for each cat, showing you precisely where our priorities are. The leak in my bathroom ceiling has half-filled the giant bucket that lives underneath it, and wakes me up in the dead of night with interestingly-tuned dripping noises. I am a happy, puddle-jumping puppy.

Winter is forcing me to realise that christening my car Mermaid, while not entirely a voluntary choice (it's inscribed on her numberplate, for some reason) has its drawbacks. Absolutely all the problems I've had with the car have had to do with water. Currently the leak in the front door would be filling the passenger footwell, were it not for the dual functionality of my anti-bird-crap device, which just happens to be waterproof and neatly covers the defunct passenger door seal that lets in a miniature version of the Victoria Falls when you go through the carwash. The only major problem she's had is a dead radiator, which made her drink like a fish, or possibly a dipsomanic fish-tailed woman of the more blousy persuasion. And she stopped, short, never to go again (or not for several days) after The Epic Puddle That Ate Atlantis. I know what it is. She craves the ocean. Bloody hell.

Scientific experiment is in the process of revealing that it's possible to put my favourite Belle&Sebastian track on repeat almost indefinitely (the title, "Another Rainy Day", is simply too appropriate for words). Fourth time round, and it's still making me feel ridiculously cheerful. It's also, as a happy side-effect, exorcising the wretched Sunday School jingle. (Edited to add: bollocks, actually the title is "Another Sunny Day", the verse I was listening to at that precise moment simply starts "Another rainy day", proving that synchronicity.)

Comments

[strawberryfrog.livejournal.com]

... we saw The Decemberists live last friday. Fantastic.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Lucky you! I have one track of theirs only, "The Sporting Life", on an indie compilation, and am very enamoured of it. Will dig out other albums, I think.

[strawberryfrog.livejournal.com]

I have that album, "Picaresque", their latest one. Oddly I find "The Sporting Life" is not my favourite – that would be one of "The Infanta", "We Both Go Down Together", "The Bagman’s Gambit", "The Engine Driver" or most likely The Mariner’s Revenge Song (they didn't play this one live. Bah).

[strawberryfrog.livejournal.com]

In fact .. roots in bag for MP3 player. ... finds ... Decemberists. Mmh, better.

Cape Town winter...

[(Anonymous)]

...sounds remarkably like London spring.

And they say we have a drought. Do we bollox. We have leaky Victorian pipes and a greedy water company, is what we have. Rain, we're not short of.

Re: Cape Town winter...

[pinkthulhu.livejournal.com]

Maybe it's the wrong kind of rain, the kind that's not supposed to fall on the tube tracks and delay public transport.