It was spitting with rain when I woke up this morning, and was not what I'd call very August-like. When I got to Farringdon, a water main had burst and was flooding down the road.
There's something vaguely anarchic about burst water mains. No, not anarchic... when they burst, they crack the road, a huge hole appears and the water, bubbling joyously out of the whole in abandonment is silty and brown. The water is so entirely Out Of Context, breaking the solid monotony of a road's dark grey surface, with it's own petite variety of a thunderous waterfall. No doubt it will be fixed when I return to wend my way homeward to see the Midwife who is coming over tonight (yay!)