Drip, drip, drip little April Showers ...

Hardly April Showers, actually. More like flipping April Cloudbursts. What a horrid, cold, wet day! I was woken at 5.30 this morning by the rain lashing against the window, and it seemed to set the mood for the whole day. Dismal, dull and dreary. I turned the heating on again (despite the fact that it still hasn’t acknowledged I’d turned it off) and it’s making an unnerving hissing noise. Perhaps an anaconda is stuck in the pipes.

Just as soon as we’ve organised a plan of campaign for Sunday’s rendezvous I’m going to have a hot bath and go to bed with three hot water bottles, a stuffed orang-utan and a Monstrous Regiment.