Exercises in futility - Number 1

Jet washing the flagstoned areas of the back garden whilst it is heaving it down.

(It was important he did this, as he had installed a water supply and tap to the back of the house.  The jet washer seemed to be the ultimate test).

I wake up, if only so that I can look forward to going back to sleep.  I did manage to cook a lovely bolognaise this evening so that's good.  
Humidity and heat making my breathing difficult at times.  I forgot to mention that at the GP yesterday, as well as forgetting about the nausea.  I am an idiot.  Can you imagine what I would be like in front of the class of 25 GCSE students?  I can.  It would be carnage.