Hard to believe that two weeks ago we were in the Andes climbing through cloud forests and that now I'm driving through torrential rain in the deepest darkest wolds of Lincolnshire. My journey to work today was like the Wicksteed Park splashboat on a continuous loop. Crazy shenanigans. Times like these are ideal for the shuffle facility on the IPod - nothing like randomness to battle the elements. Today I negotiated a burst canal near Caistor to Galveston by Glen Campbell, then avoided a jettisoned lorry to the stylophone and saccharine of Morning Girl by the Neon Philharmonic. Total warped juxtaposition, but kinda cool.