the sun is in the sky, oh why, oh why would I wanna be anywhere else?

The sun is not in the sky. Well, maybe it is, but it's also hidden behind a very angry looking rain cloud that is currently dispelling an unecessarily large amount of water onto London. I am very wet indeed. It has capillary actioned up my jeans to knee height in a 10 min dash back from uni. It's monsoon rain. It's rainy season rain. It's "Oh my gosh, let us all stop and gaze out of the window in absolute amazement" rain. It's so loud that I can no longer hear the low and constant rumble of traffic. It's rain that says to the world "Don't even try. Stay at home. I am the winner."

Despite this onslaught, I came home via the fantastic Tesco in order to a. purchase vegetables and b. acquire change for the washing machines. I have again found myself on my last pair of socks. I spent £4.07 on 3 carrots, 1kg of peas, 342g of ketchup (Heinz) and 229g of Scottish smoked haddock. I therefore gained 4 clubcard points, 1 50p and 2 20ps, both of which are in my "washing change" pile. Neither are inside the minstrels machine.

Last night I didn't go to the Holy Trinity Brompton student group but instead went to UCL Chorus - part of the Music Society. The rehearsal was 3 hours long. It was Mozart. I'd never sung it before. I was battling against a particularly horrific combination of period pain and "digestive discomfort". It was, however, a joyous occasion. :) I didn't get a part in Jekyll and Hyde, not even the chorus (I blame not going to the dance audition for that) so that's not going to take over my life. Should I let chorus do it instead? Probably.

I'll end with a few sentances I've written in Russian today.

1. Yesterday I bought bread in the central square.
2. When he worked at the literary institute he lived in the hall of residence.
3. Anton read the paper on the bus.
4. Where is the giraffe? It is in Moscow zoo.