It rained all day. It rained the previous day, and the day before that. It has rained for the past fortnight, and it will rain for another foreseeable week, and maybe all the weeks after that, until the end of time, it has rained so much; we have forgotten what sunshine is like. If the sun comes out, people stop to chat with me on the street, only to be interrupted by yet more rain, each of us smiling wryly before hurrying on. If it is apocalyptic rain, as it was today, Aoife at the castle cafe will laugh at me, for my wet-dog look, the drowned-animal, rumpled, frumpy, hella-grumpy look I wear each day. The husband: "You have been in a bad mood for the past few days."





<<