Okay. I admit it. It's raining. Having moaned about our weathermen predicting wet and windy days for weeks, it finally happened this morning. That said, it isn't the downpour we'd been promised (Don't you just know I'm going to regret writing that?). You could call it a damp squib.

Rumbles In The Night

I was kept marginally awake last night by the rumble of a large diesel engine somewhere in the vicinity of my home. That means either of two things. Firstly it might be that white lorry that parks up the hill behind the commercial premises. He arrives in the evenings usually so a very late night appearance is unusual.

Alternatively, the firestarter has been at it again and a fire engine was on scene to put out the flames. I must be honest, I hadn't noticed any orange glow or smokey smell, but at that time of night, it's a wonder I noticed anything.

You know what? I just thought of something. It's Swindon Ghostfest 2010. Of course. The Headless Lorry Driver of Old Town has struck again, haunting the back roads of Eacott Hill with his incorpereal truck, frighening little children with the dreadful rumble of a diesel engine.

All Quiet On The Second Floor

It must be raining out there. The library is almost deserted and the lady on the helpdesk is reading a newspaper. The chap opposite me is talking into his mobile phone and getting away with it.

Oops, no he isn't, a senior librarian just heard him. That's another ghost then.