A night to remember.

A fun night. A storm cell barges its way down from the mountains and settles over The Rickety Old Farmhouse for some serious partying. An enormous thunderclap shakes tiles off the roof and sets the burglar alarm going. The security lights come on and the car alarms wail.  Water pours through the ceiling. The gutters runneth over. For good measure it hails heavily. 'The Font' collects buckets to collect the downpour while Angus deals with the alarms before clambering into the loft to make 'running repairs'. For this he wears a raincoat and a pair of wellington boots. 'The Font' finds this highly amusing and gets a fit of the giggles. Angus is unamused and wonders whether clambering around in a wet attic is a sensible thing to do with lightning flashing all around.  This makes 'The Font' giggle even more. '' At least you're wearing rubber soles'' comes the reply. Angus points out that the conductive power of rubber soles won't do much good if your boots have filled with water.

Sheets are laid in the downstairs hallway. We expect Bob and Sophie to be panicked by the noise but they sleep soundly through the entire commotion.  Bob does at least raise an eyebrow to see what's going on then promptly falls asleep again. His sister doesn't stir.

This morning a lake has formed in the hollow ground behind the pool house. This causes great pre-breakfast excitement of the '' Bob look what happens when I run through it at high speed '' variety. This is definitely shaping up to be the best day ever.

This is an interesting chart showing media bias based on partisanship and quality . Don't know why they have The Economist in the yellow rather than the green box: