The word "torrential" has evolved into a whole new meaning for me in the last week or two. Never again will I be able to take my father seriously when, standing in the conservatory, he looks out at England's attempt at a rain shower, shaking his head in contemplation, and declares unequivocally that the weather today is utterly "torrential."
What just happened to me however, is the very definition of "torrential." Halfway through my last paragraph I frantically scooped up my laptop and my beer and joined the stampede of interns all headed for the safety of a non-leaking roof (a rarity in this place).
Damn, I just straightened my hair earlier...what in hell was I thinking.
Anyway, when it rains here, it floods. Noah would be jealous if he was still alive, or if, indeed he ever existed. But that's another debate, and I'm getting dripped on.
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