28.10.2003
As I gazed through the window at the slanting drizzle of cold, autumn rain, I shivered and thought, "Those leaves can stay on the lawn today. I'm staying in and staying warm."

Just then the phone rang. It was Gemma. "Can you come over. There's a drip in the bedroom", she said. "I told you he was a waste of space," I joked. "I mean it's raining in, clever dick," she replied. "Uh, oh", I thought, "Another one of those days".