Falling

Right, I'm not going to mention the weather. Or the riots.

This is water. I know that technically it could, by definition, be described as weather, if you take into account what it is doing.

Let's just call it falling water. Drawn to earth by gravitational forces. It's definitely falling alright. Off the guttering right outside the bathroom window.

If only I could channel this to other places, filter it and then store it. Then my water metre could have a holiday. United Utilities will be trembling at that unthinkable thought.

Off out shortly into more falling water. Tonight's meal is already in the oven and will be ready later for anybody who happens to be in the house. No rioters please. I was thinking of the usual residents but if you play your cards right... braised beef in Black Sheep Ale from Masham, North Yorkshire, accompanied by seasonal vegetables.

See you later!