Dear god...

I've just realised who's to blame. Folks, feel free to blame my father. No, really. He is the unofficial rain god of the area. You want proof? Once upon a time he went to Ethiopia to do a report on the couple of years long drought that had stricken the country. It started raining the day he landed and rained every day for the rest of his stay. And when we went to Morocco we stayed up in the mountains where the locals assured us it never rained that time of year. So of course, within hours of our arrival huge thunderclouds appeared, and the resulting deluge was so heavy it knocked out electricity to the nearby villages.

So, Dad, if you're reading this from South America... *raspberry*

In other news, I found myself listening to The Archers again. It's bored me recently, but then Adam and Ian hit the rocks over Ian wanting to have a baby with a female friend and Adam getting all jealous. Ian moved out and everything. But today all was well as they had the kind of sappy lovey-dovey conversation that I only forgive them for because they are lovely. Adam basically grovelled, telling Ian that he's the most important thing in his life and pleading with him to come home. And now they're both very excited about the prospect of having a baby. Awwwwwwww :)