Electric avenue

Boom, boom, boom, Mister Brown is a wonder. Boom, boom, boom, Mister Brown makes thunder.

Right now it's lashing rain and crashing thunder and if Mabel wakes up from this unaccustomed early night - acquired only at great personal expense due to a total lack of napping - I will be most upset with Thor, or whoever it is that's in charge up there.

Monkey has been hearing about Greek myths again lately - he was talking about how people believe in God the other day, except he kept saying "gods" instead. I didn't think it necessary to correct him. There's not much point saying, "Well, it's God that we don't know exists. There definitely aren't gods, that's just wrong."

Oh. There goes the electricity. That was predictable. Time to locate the torches (flashlights, I mean; don't be visualising us going around brandishing giant flaming branches or anything) just in case. How am I going to get my coffee now, I ask you? I shouldn't even open the fridge to have milk with my cookie.