fancy dan

or rather, my flatmate, who's just texted me after yet another astonishing downpour at the beginning of what was potentially a beautiful summers weekend to declare

"The weather's developed a sense of humour."

And I have to agree, A BAD ONE.

I have attempted, this evening, to clean the bottom of my fridge. I have inadvertantly revealed a smell, which I can only describe as haunting. All work has been suspended.