I actually find writing a lot of fun once I get going, I remember it was the same when I was a kid, I really should write more. I didn’t say anything about it being fun to read though, so beware of the low quality output here, above and below.
So, it rained a lot in the end. I had previously been pleased that it was a drab, overcast summer to suit my mood and contrast with last year. However, the allegory thing seemed to carry over so that once more things got a little out of control. We’ve had towns turning into islands and roads turning into rivers and its all been very strange. These are the worst floods I can remember, and yet they happened right in the middle of summer, a shrug of the shoulders doesn’t quite seem enough.
Gladly, the floods haven’t been anything like as bad as some of those witnessed in other parts of the world in the last few years, but it is still a little disquieting to see the climate break so much from the norm. My home was nearly flooded and sandbags were needed, there was a lot of flooding in Leamington as there was seemingly everywhere north of London.
Now the sun is out and its hard to believe it was raining constantly for a month. Funny how quickly it all becomes hard to believe, kinda surreal. I guess all these unexpected events just go to show that you really can’t predict whats ahead, that you won’t see everything coming. Its both a worrying and a comforting thought.