I keep thinking someone's left a tap running

They haven't. It's just that it's raining cats and dogs again.

That's Bordeaux : you freeze, you bake, you drown - all in the same day. Yesterday I scraped thick ice off the car to take the kids to school. The sun in the afternoon was blinding and hot. Then came the rain - lots of it.

It's a bit like being a sausage. Frozen, then grilled, then drowned in gravy...

It's great, really, because it means you always have something with which to begin a conversation to strangers.

Il fait beau, hein ? Ô, vous êtes gelé ! Ooh la la! cette pluie !

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