Boy, can it rain. Moody great clouds, you've made your point, yeah? How about you go somewhere else now? It's been raining for weeks. I daren't go down to the cellar because I just know it'll have flooded a bit, and the labels will have floated off our wine supply. And our tinned tomato supply. And maybe even the twinnage's baked beans. Oh, and can you imagine what it's done to the industrial quantities of tissues that the Stoic Spouse buys in bulk? (And I do mean in bulk. Seriously, come the Continue Reading