I was reminded of a scene in The Golden Girls… The ladies are talking about a specific sound, and Blanche explains that when she hears rain tapping at her window she takes a shower and changes into her special nightdress, and… “Oh, when you hear rain tapping at your window. I thought you said Wayne.”
No Wayne for me, only the rain, overflowing from the roof and pouring off across the street via the gutters. I fell asleep without my earplugs in, so that was me at 4.30 this morning, lying there enjoying the sound, which encouraged me to get up and go more than I wanted to get up and go, if you get what I mean and where I was going. Still, not too much leakage inside, just the mysterious bathroom which has to be the roof, so that’s now higher on my list of must dos than ‘when I get around to it.’
Today’s wet beginning rounds off another week of weather warm enough not to necessitate the heating (for too long). Neil is on his way home and is currently in the land of Nod at the Castellum Suites in Rhodes. I have a message to send a message when I get up, which I have done, but if there’s no reply by the time I’ve done this, I’ll have to ring. I assume he’s after the 8.00 boat. That’s today’s highlight.
There’s a wedding taking place this weekend, and I heard last night’s fireworks even through the closed shutters and thunderstorm. Let’s hope things improve and the sun shines. For me this weekend, no weddings, but hopefully, I’ll get some writing done. I have the cosy Christmas anthology of short stories coming out next week, then I can get back to my next instalment in my ongoing series. Other than listening to all of Neil’s travel tales, catching up no news, and maybe seeing the family on Sunday for lunch, I’ve nothing planned, but lots to look forward to.
