The rain today reached biblical proportions. We no longer have a river outside the house, but a torrent. You can’t see the weirs any more and the river is about sixteen times the width it normally is. It’s not reached the bottom of the cliff yet, but if it rains hard tonight and tomorrow, it might yet.

So some work and then another lunch with my parents. Geoff only does restaurant lunch once a year, so he didn’t come and missed profiteroles to die for.

I went to the post office in Olot on the way. Going to the post office is something of a saga in our village. It’s only open weekdays until 10am. We used to lovingly call it the post hovel, because it was just a hole in the wall. Our local postie only delivers once a week and he’s the most disorganised public official I’ve ever seen. His desk is so full of junk that it normally takes him ages to locate the scales to weigh our letters. He never has change and often has to either ask other customers or pay us in stamps – when he has any. He usually runs out, so has to take our letters to Olot. It’s actually rather charming. With the rain this morning, I couldn’t face walking to the post office but going to Olot felt like sneaking off for an illicit liaison – I hope the postie doesn’t find out we went elsewhere.

Later in the afternoon we watched Blue Peter and finally saw the epidsode we watched being filmed on the Mynd with Judy Leden and the peregrine falcon. We even saw ourselves in it, but blink and you miss us. It’s available to view online for a week.

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