Crying out again as my bones break

There's no better way to ruin a perfectly good holiday than to go back to work and I've been humming a bad case of the back-to-work blues of late.

At least we haven't flooded. Mother Thames has been running high and heavy, hard and fast. The water somersaulting around my head at night has been simultaneously keeping me awake before driving me to the deepest of sleeps. We'll see what rain the week brings, perhaps I'll be able to call work to say I can't come in as I'm stranded.

I'm less inclined to laugh at the rising tide after watching When The Levees Broke, Spike Lee's moving documentary on the events and aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. I'm left thinking yet again how nature Is. The mark of any natural disaster then, surely is not the force of the destruction, but our reaction to it. If only there were a God, for how else will the 'righteous souls' in the Federal Government be adequately punished for their actions; or rather lack of them. What was it the guy said again about planks and eyes?

Daisy Scissorpaws, once resident of these parts.

Listening to Feeder: Yesterday went too soon