Rain rain go away, come again another day.
(Or preferably, never.)
I can't even watch the news anymore because the floods are scaring me so much.
Oh the joys of having an overactive imagination.
In other news, tomorrow will be my debut as a hard hitting journalist. That's right, I'm doing an interview. I've got a Dictaphone and everything. I will be the correspondant from Bath, reporting on something about nothing probably.
Well, that's kind of true anyway. I have to prepare an interview for my media writing course. The only questions I can come up with so far aren't exactly headline grabbers. For example, what do you like for breakfast? Or, which colour socks do you prefer wearing?
Nevermind. I may have a flash of brilliance on the bus ride tomorrow.
We can only live in hope.