In Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire, Hurricanes Hardly Happen.

K. has started calling me the "party animal". At least she did the last time she mentioned me to her friend S. I felt so cool! Of course, all that that means is that sometimes i drop by at college between 6.40 and 7.00 pm and then have a cold coffee at ruia. Or it means that i get invited to a birthday party with red and white balloons. Or it means that i sit below my house and be bitchy with another friend for company. If i'm really lucky, it means i get to spend time with a few friends for a couple of hours with the world's best view of Dharavi. (its a pretty place and let no one tell you otherwise).

Then, when you're home at 10, eating lunch while your family watches tv, you hear this whoosh. You secretly think its the rain. But after the number of "sprinkles" you've referred to as "rain", you're hardly going to try again. So you just crane your neck and try to figure out if there are any droplets to be seen against the night sky. Nope.
The whoosh happens again. Now you know you mustn't react. So you slowly raise your neck and check. Ha. Nothing, again. Nothing gives - the noise doesn't stop but there's no rain eaither. Is it a car? Is there water on the road? Your mind is in perpetual overdrive. After an hour of this subtle mental torture, you just give up. Someone tells you its the earth moving machine and you nod intelligently. You knew it all along. Sadly, though, you did smell the rain when you peeked outside the window. You did feel the breeze blowing from the south west.
This, I am sure, is the highest form of psychological warfare. Jupiter has decided to sulk in his little corner, and he has decided to gather his clouds around him. He refuses to share, that bad, bad boy. He has brought us to the state where we MUST discuss the weather. Sigh.

Now, once again where does it rain?
On the plain! On the plain!
And where's that soggy plain?
In Spain! In Spain!
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!
Now once again, where does it rain?
On the plain! On the plain!
And where's that blasted plain?
In Spain! In Spain!
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!


A glass just shattered somewhere. So did my hopes.

Plus, they still expect me at work in the morning.

Cheerio.