Soggy

mumblings

It's been a rather damp start to the New Year here. As if it wasn't bad enough going back to work after Christmas, I had to get there through a biblical deluge. The Isis (the Thames, for normal people1) has grown enormously. I might curse the fact that I live on a hill when I have to cycle back up it, but it does mean that I don't get soggy carpets three times a year.

1 Oxford people are a funny lot: the river has a perfectly serviceable name, but they have to go and give it another one with Classical pretentions so that the plebs won't get the reference.

comments powered by Disqus