The rain it raineth on the just
And also on the unjust fella:
But chiefly on the just, because
The unjust steals the just’s umbrella.
Lord Bowen 1853/1894
Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville.
There is weeping in my heart as it rains on the city.
Paul Verlaine 1844/1896
I thought we were in danger of being washed down the hill last night. Forget cats and dogs; it was raining rhinos and elephants.
We did have a small catastrophe later on. There was an almighty crash which set my heart a flutter – we were in different parts of the house- MTL joined me in the hall and we stared at a four foot wall clock which inexplicably had crashed down from the top landing gouging paintwork, plaster and wall paper en route. It has never worked during my reign and will suddenly set off chimes for no reason so as far as I am concerned its time is up and I never want to see it again.
Tomorrow should be fun: Joy picks Jackie and me up at to drive us to
When we get back home – pretty late - I shall have the pleasure of seeing our French son who is visiting for a few days to help us through a busy time. On Tuesday for instance we have three separate appointments in different parts of
So next week my posts and visits will be haphazard. Plus ca change…
Whenever I talk of rain I always think of that marvellous film based on a