Misery.

If I had known we'd have had constant rain this week I would have done a bit of extra shopping on Tuesday.
Tru is too low to drive into town and we're both too frail (Grace doesn't even go down the stairs any more) to wade past the crocodile infested bridge. I suppose the water will drop by Sunday when naturally all the shops will be shut, then next week they say that we're in for some proper rain. So far this month we've copped 800 mm of rain, way more than our average, more even than London in Pommyland averages in a year.

Some blue sky would be nice, hopefully before we run out of food and starve.