Rain , rain, stay away........

The weekend is nearly over, and the rain has stayed away for today at least. I cannot describe the torrential rain that has fallen over the past week. Roads washed away, flooding. The carnival was washed out after the parade. I did go up for a while, clutching my umbrella....(I have a couple of brain cells still active!) and I did take some photos. Lots of people, but then down poured the rain, and I , along with the rest of the village, headed for cover. Fortunately, Pete and Glynis live close by, and so I arrived for coffee.

Today the sun shone periodically, and after church, I went to join my friends for Annette's birthday tea in her garden. Cakes..... slices..... merinques.....cream.....fruit salad.....Pimms..... coffee and tea. A slice of summer. Add that to my friends, you have a very happy mix indeed. The final of Britain's got talent is just starting at the moment, and I am really hoping that the ordinary man wins. The 6 acts in the final are all great.

I think I am close to making my decision re work. I have needed some time to think, and now I am at the stage where I want to make plans. You know, I have made some epic leaps into the void in the past year, and so far, I have never been let down. Those arms are always there to catch me, and I really believe they always will be. I am the first to acknowledge that I was in a position where I had little or no choice back then. I had to jump. My survival instincts were out in force, and I did a fair amount of clinging to the clifftop by my fingernails. A lot, really. Mega amounts, if I am going to be truthful. I am a control freak. Once they were prised off the rock, though, and control was wrested from my manic grip, I had no option other than trusting. I learned a lot. So here I am about to leap again, and this time I am taking run up to the edge. None of the wimpy thing this time.

One more person to go on the show. I can't stand the suspense. I think I may have o-d-ed on TV this weekend. I feel the need to do the ironing to avoid the suspense. And I loathe and detest ironing. I just happen to like things that crease. Like cotton and linen. I am rambling like a demented flea. I need a life. Lewis Hamilton won his second Grand Prix. British sport has something to cheer about. Andy Roddick won the Artois championship in the run up to Wimbeldon, so America also has something to cheer about. Paul is about to sing Nessum Dorma, I think.

LATER: PAUL WON!!!!!!!!!! HE GETS TO SING IN FRONT OF THE QUEEN AT THE ROYAL VARIETY PERFORMANCE! AND £100 000.