24 December 2009

Comme Une Vache Qui Pisse

I've been in Cannes for about 40 hours now and for about 35 of those hours, it has been raining cats and dogs, or comme une vache qui pisse. In fact, as I was working yesterday morning and this morning, I haven't actually left the flat at all yet apart from our very soggy cinema trip last night. It's very depressing. I don't mind running in the rain but it's more of a monsoon at the moment than a shower and as our shower seems to produce water that is, at best, tepid, I can't face getting cold and wet.

The weather is supposed to improve tomorrow and at least it isn't too cold so I shouldn't complain too much but after a week of hellish weather in England, I feel like I've earned a little bit of sunshine--or, at least, a few days without precipitation of any form. Cannes is not a very suitable town for inclement weather. Still, Dad is happy: he likes listening to the sound of rainfall while falling asleep so he's been recording the sound of the rain on multiple devices--hissing furiously if any of us dare to make any noise near the patio. Ain't Christmas grand?

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