Wet, Wet ,WWWWWeeeeeeeetttttttttttttttttttttt

I want to be like Liza Minnelli/Sally Bowles in Cabaret and find a railway arch, run under it,wait for a train and then just scream very loudly at how sick I am of being wet!

I saw a weather forecast last night that said the system that was soaking the UK had clouds thirty thousand feet thick - no wonder I feel like I'm being smothered.

We're lucky in that we're not a risk of being flooded, although we did experience it years ago in our old house - we had to run in the night with what we could carry -which included our eighteen month old son who we plucked sound as a pound from his cot. It was terrifying and the morning after was even worse when we saw what the river and the drains had done to the house. We were out of our home for eight months while it was repaired, and looking after a building site, while working and living in temporary accommodation, with a young child is not recommended.

So my sympathies go out to everyone affected, from the news it looks like Severn upon Upton would be a more accurate name for that poor unfortunate town.

And the garden is just crazy, last year I toyed with replanting for drought as things that appreciated moderate rainfall toiled in the hot dry conditions, now they are bouncing with life, things like astilbes, and small flowered species fuchsias.

So it's hard to know what to grow, apart from rice maybe.

But I'm delighted to note my tiny wild orchid had flowered again, in amongst a pot of yellow loosestrife which is growing in the horse-trough. I can't identify it as there are about 60 species of wild orchid in Britain, and the differences between some are infinitesimal.

This is a photo of some giant hogweed caught in rising waters of the local river, shows just how tough it is to take that sort of pressure on its stem.