Day off on Friday (to church sit bizarrely enough, it's a long story) didn't help any of the work that's piled up over the vacation go away.

Worse yet it rained very heavily all day (and the next - but I won't go into that it was too horrible).

What regular readers may recall is that the non-new extension part of our library leaks like a sieve. You can often see orange buckets strategically located around various damp bits of carpet. I can't recall if I've mentioned that once after particularly heavy rain, one of the leaks manifested in my office.

I arrived at work this morning very fortunate to find that the flood across my desk had only made some 'reading' very soggy and nothing precious got damaged. Some irreplaceable stuff (including a pile of personal books I'd gathered out of the exhibition I believe I've gone about which were just waiting for a dry evening to carry home) was less than a foot away from me being very very upset this morning.

As it is I'm just wringing out the stuff I do want to read, mopping up the continuing drips onto the desk, and realizing that my goldfish bowl is perhaps a more literal description of the office than even I'd bargained on.

I *suppose* I could learn the lesson and somehow keep my desk absolutely clear like a certain senior colleague. But I doubt it.