So the rivers are flooding again. I cross the Kennet every morning on my way to the station - when I say I cross the Kennet, I mean I walk over a bridge. There’s no wading or troll evasion involved, though this would probably make my mornings more interesting – and this morning it had burst its banks. It’s also overflowing at the Oracle shopping centre in town, and they’ve had to rope parts of it off. On my train journey to work you can see it as well, passing through Winnersh, the Showcase Cinema car park is a lake. I feel for all those people who’ve just recovered from the flooding in the summer and are now having to deal with it again, life can be cruel.
I have my own mini flood in my house at the moment, my radiator is leaking and it’s causing a bit of damp in my bedroom. This in turn keeps making our boiler cut out and so this morning the house was as cold as an ex-girlfriend’s stare and I had to have a freezing cold shower. Chronicles of ridic.
Jesus, I’ve just read back that last paragraph and realise how boring that was. I think I better stop now before I start discussing the quality of the local schools.
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I try to avoid suck boring items in my blog post. It keeps the readership happy.
It fucking pissed down this morning on the way to work - there was a mini-river on the road to the office that made my shoes sodden.
Bloody weather. I'd rather have wet shoes though than a wet everything. Unless I was the old woman who lived in a shoe, then it would be doubly upsetting.
i try to avoid them too, but i wanted to get some word out there, keep people on their toes.
i bet if you had wet shoes, they'd still be the best shoes in leeds.
GIVEN.
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