How to Stop the Rain

For months now, water has been pouring off the roof straight onto our heads instead of down the gutter, and Marc finally borrowed a ladder and fixed it today. Later today, I am going to buy a shit-hot pair of waterproof trousers for my cycling commute. It is not going to rain for weeks, I promise.

Sunday of chores: fixing, tidying, sorting, dusting. Not unpleasant at all.