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Rain rain, when will it stop

OK, so it has been raining in Gauteng for approximately 8 weeks, two days and three hours, non stop.  No, correction, it does stop about once a week, just long enough to allow the mozzies to hatch from their larvae and come and bite poor Liam to pieces.  He came into our bedroom at around midnight last week complaining about the 'vliegs" (flies) in his room, so we marched the poor kid back to bed.  The next morning when we assessed the damage we realised it was not 'vliegs' but "muskiets" big hairy fellows in it for the blood!

The washing will not dry, the house smells really miff, the dirt road that Liam and I take to work is more hole than road, thank heavens for big bakkies!  I literally no longer know how to keep Liam entertained over weekends, it is absolutely crazy. 

Now here comes the scary part, working for a company with interests in agriculture, all I hear all day at work is how the soya is rotting on the lands, the mielies are yellow, there will be water damage, we just need to assess how bad it is. 

So its wet at home, talk of rain at work, Liam playing indoors over weekends.  Enough already. 

There is a bit of light at the end of the tunnel though, Liam looks adorable in his camo wellingtons, that he now insists on wearing to school everyday, with his pajama top and his umbrella...

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