It's raining, it's pouring...

...and I bloody well wish I was snoring; I can barely keep my eyes open.

I've just had to turn down an interview because I can't make the sole date they're offering; I think a choice of one day with only four days' notice is a bit rude, really.

Looking forward to going away for the weekend for one of my friend L's inimitable houseparties, and hoping that the weather there will be better than here. But in the shorter term, what I'm mainly looking forward to is my bed. How sad is that?