Radio rain

Oh God this perishing rain. The sound of it through the curtains makes one feel like you are having your hair washed in a too small sink, with one of those dubious plastic plugs onto the taps pink shower attachment and the water is constantly douching your protesting ears and running down the back of your neck.

Good morning World — that’s my radio rain frustration moment passed. Now I must step and give this weather system something of a chance to express itself visually.

The second day of 2014 has deadlines, reading and no toast on the menu.