Long to rain over us

Sorry. I am a crap blogger.

It’s been raining. Not in the year-round Mancunian sense, but in the Indian, bloody hell I can’t see more than six feet because the air is full of water sense. When we were kids and it rained, we used to say it was God having a wee: two weeks ago, when the rains broke in Bombay, I think God must have had chronic dystentery.

I got back from work to find water all over the floor. This wasn’t an enormous surprise, as the balcony in the flat was clearly designed by someone who thought that flats really need a nice covering of water every once in a while. Perhaps it helps with growing cress. Either that or, more likely, it was designed by an idiot. Anyway, three hours of kneeling in an inch of water and squeezing a towel into a bucket later, everything was ok, if a little filthy. Hooray for the sensible person who noticed this design flaw and suggested I move all the electronics off the floor during the monsoon season. You know who you are.

Today there was another mega storm and within a couple of hours, the roads had all turned into small lakes and rivers. We drove through some really deep water in Worli: there were kids swimming right next to the car door. Astonishingly, my crappy little motor made it home.