It's been grotty, but not too disastrous around here so far, but a bad bit yet to come by the look of it. The bloody noise of the Dorma guttering dripping water onto the roof (t'other side of my bedroom ceiling) has been driving me nuts, though - it could at least try for some kind of funky rhythm or something.
PS) Didn't mean to worry you - I would have replied sooner, but I live on the slopes of the highest hill in the district (which ironically is home to the district's sub-aqua club - for reals!), so I was out preparing our border defences to repel Haligonian boat people (only because we're jealous of how pretty Calderdale is, of course).
PPS) To you, fluffy, and to you, Tem - I have been terribly rude not having said hello to you since I returned.
"Hello!" [Waves smugly from inside the big grey cloud that's been slouching on the top of the very big hill for... for... ever?]
(With apologies to any who really are facing their valuables being washed away, of course. )
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