With a tag line like that I am sure I could do copy for the Sun newspaper.

 

The rain has not stopped now for 5 days running. The roads are flooding and everyone has left the office early before the tide turns. The rain goes between a light shower and heavy downpour with little reprieve in between.

 

Strange, skinny, worms are sneaking under my hotel room’s door and creep across the tiled floor, in the way that worms on a mission to survive do, only to be found in the morning as dried up husks of a worm. I have to question whether to shoo them outside or flush them down the toilet. Either way death awaits these least noble, but necessary, creatures. I prefer to allow their fate to be dictated my their desire to survive and the shooing seems a far more apt approach.

 

Mosquitoes on the other hand, well any Buddhist inkling goes out the window. These blood suckers flourish in this weather and were born to die. Unfortunately, they are not of the sluggish, hang around on the walls, variety here. Once you spot them, they have vanished. Where do they go? I envisage a nightclub for mosquitoes, where Laura Ashley is the fashion and blood of Laidlaw is the Red Bull and vodka of choice.

 

I saw a snail the size of house, well a large snail’s house anyway. The thing could fill your hand. I also saw a dog chasing a huge centipede.

 

The rains bring out all sorts of creatures. I wonder how many people are injured from slipping up on worms or tripping over snails. How many dogs receive a nasty sting on their nose and how many toes are stubbed chasing that illusive mosquito.

 

Please do not allow me to be reincarnated as a mosquito……..floral dresses are not my thing……

 

Will the rains ever stop?