It might as well rain until September...

Heard that on the radio the other day and thought, well, yes. Seeing as we now know it's going to. It's monsooning even as I speak, warm and cosy now that I swapped my sandals for socks and boots.

But I'm not going to moan on about the weather, no indeedy - not when I have 4x4s to get my teeth into. This weather, these floods and mudslides, it's their time, isn't it? So why is it that the Bodens who pay through the nose for some semi-aquatic mountain-munching Posemobile - while conveniently showing the rest of society they are a) higher up, literally, than them and b) loaded - drive them like they're in a gold-plated golf buggy? Oh, I could go on. And on. Perhaps it's because they seem to have multiplied recently in the rain, like mosquito larvae do. And cryptosperidium.

While I'm at it, I'd quite like to have a go at the media as well. Perhaps if they hadn't told us all through the winter how fantastic the summer was going to be, we might not be feeling quite as cheated as we are. Some baboon was on TV this morning telling people how not to get depressed about the weather. Great coming from a man who had clearly just come back off holiday (permatan) and has a great job telling other people the Secrets of Recognising the Blatantly Bloody Obvious (if you watch too much telly and don't see anyone, you'll get depressed). I particularly appreciate the fact he obviously has about as much understanding of life indoors with small frustrated children as my doorbell.
All of which leads me to believe it's the media that 's the biggest problem, not the weather.

P.S. There is one other problem with the damp that I am quietly doing a little research into. Arthritic Son is not doing so well in this weather and has complained several times of pain in his knees. This is unusual for the summer months. Perhaps if anyone else out there (yeah, I know, like anyone ever reads this...) has any arthritic thangs going on, they'd let me know.