in a rushing, rising river.
And the river crept out of its bed
and it crept right into Piglet's!
I woke up this morning to the sound of torrential rain drumming on my window. Ergh, not my favourite way of starting the day.
Breakfast was Banofee Porridge (yum) which made me feel a bit better about the impending journey.
Then I set off on my bike - it was still pouring with rain with a nice head-wind, just to make it really good. The roads were totally awash, with water gushing off the fields on either side, turning the roads into small rivers. The spray from passing cars was incredible - I am sure I did my bit to increase the average happiness of the drivers as they hammered past sending huge arcs of water over me.
Just how wet can someone get? By the time I arrived at work I was totally soaked, my water proof coat having given up long ago. Still it is supposed to stop at the skin, isn't it? I am not so sure now, I felt distinctly sponge-like as I got changed into my work clothes.
There was one positive side to this, though. My hair feels WONDERFUL and I can feel myself flicking it from side to side like someone in a shampoo ad on TV.
Wonder if I can fit in the phrase "I'm worth it" at some point today?