Rain in globs from the sky, pouring fatly, rivering down. No river for us, this morning, as was the plan. And my washing hanging saturated from the line. Waking in a deluge to a complaining daughter - we tell each other to stop complaining - I'm complaining because her bitching stress alarm clock is too much for me when I've just woken up. I didn't get to the shop yesterday, so there is no bread, no milk, no delicious breakfast possibilities. No milk for coffee, but that's ok, I've resolved to start the day with hot water. I need cleansing. Jesus, the rain. I may need cleansing, but I think I'll get croissants for breakfast.