We say "It's raining cats and dogs" here, and at the moment it blooming is. This autumn has seen the heaviest rainfall ever here in Norfolk. The river Wensum down by the watermill in our village is nearly bursting its banks. The farmer's fields on either side are underwater, and my neighbour's daughter's sheep are looking sodden and gloomy. Today it's lashing down again. Very depressing. I draw the curtains now at 4pm. My sister told me it's now dark at 3pm up in Tayside. I seem to still be on BST, and can't adjust my routine. Funny how one's body clock keeps ticking away to 'original time'!
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