It's raining

... and I hate it.

I don't mind it when it rains during the day, right enough. It's just the fact it rains during the night and the water comes through the very, very small hole in the roof and dripping onto my bed. Creating wet patches.

Saturday night, I got woken up by the dripping. So deciding to be clever about this I went to get some kitchen roll. You see, I've already used kitchen roll to save myself from nights on the too small for anyone couch, and it's worked quite well, considering it's not actually stuck on the bit of wood. (There's a hole where dad found the drip and put his hand through it. It was rather damp and the ceiling came away. It was originally found to be above Rachel's top bunk. Which is strange. She's been getting really annoying lately ever since watching a whole load of Red Dwarf, so I've christened her Lister. She even cracks her knuckles. Particularly in the middle of the night. So there was Lister on the top and Rimmer on the bottom. Now we've changed the beds so there's no bunks and I am directly under the damn drip.)

Actually, I blame everyone who talked about Red Dwarf so much from the Writers and who wore damn Ace Rimmer t-shirts for turning Rachel into an annoying... grr!

Anyways, the drip had kind of stopped but then it started up again in a slightly different place.

Smart little me decided to stick the kitchen roll up with cellotape. It worked for a few seconds till it fell down. And it was totally soaked, so I binned that bit and went and got some more, waking up Lister - sorry, Rachel - in the process.

This didn't last long; it got soaked through. So I just got a basin and tried to sleep on my bed with a basin next to me.

Of course the noise managed to keep me awake. *Drip - drip - drip.*

Finally the rain, and thus the dripping, stopped and I could take the basin off my bed and go back to tossing and turning.

As the birds started their early morning sing-song...