Pluvia and Cyclorrhapha

We have rain!!!

I heard a few pittery-patters on the window, then popped out to find a small covering of dampness upon the path the likes of which we have not seen for ages. So I have actually celebrated by taking my socks off and dancing on the back lawn. Not sure I’ve ever done that before, certainly not while sober. It felt great. I love the Summer and I love the hot weather we’ve been having, but it has been a bit oppressive again this week. Doing absolutely anything is exhausting when the atmosphere is closer than a clingfilm wrapper on a cheap pack of Everyday bacon (currently available for 89p in our BBQ section….) so the relief at getting a bit of rain is immense.

To continue the middle-aged theme of that last sentence, may I just have a little moan about houseflies? I don’t know if it’s the same where you are, but the buzzing blue bastards are everywhere in our house. I’ve tried Raid, a rolled-up newspaper, toxic gel pens that you paint around the edge of your windows, fly paper, swatters and a badminton racquet and I still can’t get on top of them. The kitchen worktop is covered with all the dead ones I’ve massacred this evening and there’s still more in the air than there is on the pile.

I’m going online to find a solution. There’s bound to be a dodgy international website somewhere that will send me something illegal and dangerous that will wipe them all out with one spray….

RC 7-8-18