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Horrendous here in mid Lincs, Dave - deep standing water on the A17 near Sleaford. As usual though, people driving around like it's a sunny day.

Pouring. No! Sunny! No, pouring again. Now it's stopped...sleet!

"Well I feel like Buddy Holly 'cause it's Raining In My Heart
All the sad songs take me back to you now that we are apart." (Mike Batt)

Gizzy in Cambridge

Pimply sissing down here...

Just cooled down to a more manageable 21c but it is 8pm.The only water i hear or see is the lovely fountains and the waves lapping the beach .
Missing my kawai but not the rain

OHO, thanks for sending me to dreamland!

We've got ponds where we've never had ponds before. The river's burst its banks and flooded what its supposed to flood.... drum roll.... the flood plain. I saw an egret there while walking the pooch yesterday.

We have four 1500 litre water tanks that were nearly empty that are now full again, so free water for the polytunnel. The leeks are thriving, the wheat is growing fast but I think the spuds have rotted, we haven't got a single one. Win some lose some I suppose.

I'm desperate to feel warm again! No wonder the swallows are staying away.

It's absolutely PERSISTING down here in Cambridge. I've just sent a poor little boy out in it to cycle home while I sit here in my slippers to feel warm. Wallowing in guilt

Gizzy in a very wet Cherry Hinton

Shocking in Swansea, belting down with strong winds!! Ah well! A day in cleaning and ironing for me lol!

gizzy wrote:It's absolutely PERSISTING down here in Cambridge. I've just sent a poor little boy out in it to cycle home while I sit here in my slippers to feel warm. Wallowing in guilt

Gizzy in a very wet Cherry Hinton

I know a piano tuner in Cherry Hinton

Feg wrote: I know a piano tuner in Cherry Hinton

Really? I wonder if it's the one I have or had. My last tuner died on me (well, not exactly "on" me that would have been a really peculiar session!) and I had a letter from the local music shop on the morning of the day I was about to ring him to come and do it again (tune the piano, not die... stop it, Giz!) and they sent someone else who had been his work partner for years. The one who died was called Kim Norton, lovely guy - not him, then?

If it's someone else, could you PM me with the name? as I always like to keep my options open

And for about the twelfth day in succession it's pouring out there. Very dispiriting. Shall have to make jokes or something

Gizzy in Cambridge

Weather forecast says sunny tomorrow. And unrelenting rain on Tuesday.
I'm beginning to think I can't take much more of this

Been sunshiny all day today; I had to use my sunglasses as I wasn't used to it!

Thunderstorm and heavy rain here, started around 11pm

Feel like it's raining inside and outside of me right at the moment

Gizzy in a sodden Cherry Hinton

Rained all morning here AGAIN.
I wonder if it's really happening or if it's just all round me. Missing somebody dreadfully (gone to earth again) Pass along please, nothing to see.

Gizzy in Cambridge, just getting on with it

Still naffing down in the Thames valley - Long Suffering Eric says he's going brown with rust, not suntan. Still, he bogs off to Greece soon to burn his bits; that'll cheer him up...

Gill the Piano wrote: Long Suffering Eric

Amazing how much difference a hyphen or lack of same can make (but I guess you meant it!)
Thaks, Gill, you've cheered me up somewhat

With or without a hyphen; it's all true!

Raining in Cherry Hinton. <yawn>

Gizzy in Cambridge

Cambridge 2:45pm

Give you one guess. Out to paddle to the polling station and post my TG exam entries

Gizzy in Cambr....glug glug glug

Sshhhhhh..........we have glorious sunshine.........

It is are not raining here also (at long last)

5 day forecast says a little soupcon on Friday night and then all Monday afternoon

Eeyore in Cambridge

SUNSHINE!

Gizzy in Cambridge
The sinking feeling I have today is only on account of my office chair having a weak hydraulic link somewhere which means every so often I start descending an inch at a time till I'm a foot lower. Causes great hilarity in piano lessons and a crick in the neck when I'm trying to read the monitor

Easier to find the notes when they're at eye level, innit?

Gill the Piano wrote:Easier to find the notes when they're at eye level, innit?

But then my hands would be around the level of my chin.

When my eyesight, which is ****** at best, was at its worst, I couldn't tell sharps and flats from fingerings in some light unless I really leaned forwards. And that casued problems. You see, like most women, I have a chest. And in order to see the notes, my chest was resting on my hands and I couldn't move them

Gizzy in (picks up magnifying glass) Cambridge

Lucky you didn't play the piano accordion then. I fail to see how any (real) woman could play one without dreadful injury...

My dad used to play one of those upside down

Australian, was he?

He'd never mentioned being. He was left-handed, though.

Ah well, that'd do it...

It certainly helped when he fell downstairs in the middle of the night when I was 10 and broke his right arm rather noisily (landed on flagstones, eek ). At the time he was the organist of St John's in Glastonbury (4 manual instrument) and although obviously he missed one week, the next Sunday he was back at the organ playing with one hand, two feet and loads of couplers.

It's been raining again

I can't do the feet; not because of problems with the schizophrenic aspect of splitting brain between hands/feet, but because I get out of breath!

I never really managed the feet either, and used the excuse that I was too short to reach the pedals properly, but I do know some quite young kids can do it and some short adults. I think it was mainly practice. Lack of. I think I played Jerusalem once with pedals, and I could manage the Twister-like legato fingering. I haven't played an organ in chirch for years now, though.

Bright and sunny in Cherry Hinton today

Gizzy in Cambridge

I've got to play Jerusalem on Saturday for a wedding. I may need class A drugs for it...

Gill the Piano wrote:I've got to play Jerusalem on Saturday for a wedding. I may need class A drugs for it...

"I shall not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand"

Very appropriate

It's a funny old do; it's at 6pm! I spose I ought to charge overtime, but it's only a blessing. If I play fast it'll all be over in 20 minutes...

I spy with my little eye, something beginning with R

again

Rhinitis? Retina? Raffle ticket? Rasputin? Ragbag? Rent book? Armpit?
Give up...

Gill the Piano wrote:Rhinitis? Retina? Raffle ticket? Rasputin? Ragbag? Rent book? Armpit?
Give up...

Rumplestiltskin...

Thunder and hailstones at 2.30 this afternoon. Five day forecast says dry dry dry dry and dry. Sunny by day and moony by night. (Just about sums me up)

Gizzy in Cambridge, only just finished writing up me lesson notes at 11.30 pm

Well it's boiling here now.
Gill, under a rock until it gets dark...

SIXTY YEARS OF REIGN!!!

I was in THE London (as my daughter who works there proudly calls it) yesterday on the south bank. The Eye was all decked out in its red white and blue lights at night. Looked great.

We've just been to a sub aqua barbecue. Interesting...

Wasn't it difficult to light?

We (sensibly) decamped straight to the warm, dry kitchen. I've never seen the point of barbecues anyway; I can do meat with charred outsides and raw innards without dragging everything into the garden to do it. I often wonder why these affairs are conducted a matter of feet from a fully-functioning kitchen.

I think it's a Man Thng

Haha, a man thing having to do with the weather? Yeah sure thing it is.

No, a Man Thing about playing with fire! We have a real fire and whenever men come round they always want to put a log on/poke the fire (NOT a euphemism)/ put some coal on.
My mum always said if you played with fire you'd wet the bed...!

Gill the Piano wrote: My mum always said if you played with fire you'd wet the bed...!

Now, I hadn't heard that one.
Daughter#1 went through a pyromaniac phase. She was the one who used to wet the bed (a bit) when she and her sister were in bunks. Being the bigger one, she was in the top bunk. And the answer is yes poor little #2 frequently woke up under a slightly damp and smelly duvet.

However, I think the playing-with-matches phase (once she managed to melt a big hole in an acrylic carpet) was when she was about 10, which would have been a good 6-7 years later. It was probably a step on to her first career in analytical chemistry. So maybe it worked the other way round with her.

Gizzy in Cambridge

All is revealed. All these floods and torrential rain are caused by gay people

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/ ... shops.html#

It was in the paper, so it has to be true

More likely to be bankers and politicians if you ask me - they've done far more to enrage God! And me, come to that...

Dull, dull, dull again in England's wet and sodden land. Yet another fortnight's worth of rain in one morning. But thankfully not cold!