I also walked home in the most astounding downpour. I could have waited it out in the Westgate Centre the way all other Saturday shoppers were doing, but it had been so intensely tropical all day I thought it might be nice to walk through the rain. And it was! It was like going for a refreshing afternoon swim, especially when I had to wade through a flooded street where the water level was halfway up my calves. A carful of people lurked nearby, too timid to drive through the deluge. They looked at me in astonishment as I sloshed past, laden with groceries, smiling beatifically. Their discomfort gave me schadenfreude.
It was a satisfying change from the boiling heat, and distracted me from the fact that Lebanon is being bombed to pieces for no real reason. I also noticed this interesting piece on BBC Online. As I'm sure everyone who links to it is saying - Is the BBC watching me right now? On the one hand, I'm not surprised that they do this, and I am surprised at anyone who thinks their blog is private unless they screen in from search engines and make everything friends only. I admit there's something a little bit big-brotherish about it, but it's also pretty cool, especially if they'll change anything or cover something new based on what bloggers are saying. (Assuming they're not listening to the right-wing nutter bloggers, of course.) I'm going to go write an email to Jeremy Paxman right now!
And finally, on a completely different note, look what I found!!! I squeed with joy and all at once, I was a 12 years old and trying to Dewey decimalise my bookshelf again.