I was in two minds whether to take a train or a canoe to work this week - the wettest April in England since records began has prompted old men with beards to contact London Zoo and offer to lead animals out two-by-two to the safety of a hastily constructed ark.  It's appropriate that rain doesn't rhyme with sun or heat:  it hangs around instead causing trouble on street corners with pain, lame, blame and insane.  It got me thinking, who casts an eye on the drizzle and downpours of life and c...
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