Chaos! Wetness! And yet more - fuck it! - bucket!!

Okay, we thought the worst was over, like when your Mum bought those four packs of yogurts and you'd eaten the toffee one so you were alright. Hell no - its a four-way variety pack of toffee yogurts, yes toffee, that flavor that sits so well next to strawberry and peach.

It's fucking it down. The spring is back, and rather than last time's 'soak it up with anything fabricy' technique, this time I'm using the 'mop it out, bucket it over the wall'. However, owing to a drunk driver scum fuckit incident outside our house last night (and... eek!... involving Lib's car), I've had four hours sleep. And to make matters seriously worse... Libby is stranded at work. and I'm lonely, and she's surrounded by crazies, like some horror film or something. Aside from the fact that they're all 80+, which would probably make it more like a sedate Ealing comedy, perhaps.

Gah - I'm tired, achy, and probably going to come down with dysentery due to having to stand is horrid water. And I miss my Lib, stranded far far way, over the river that was once known as Penistone Road.

The Tall One