Cuando llueve...

... lo hace a cántaros.

Las últimas 24 horas han sido completitas. Ayer nos pasamos la tarde en urgencias con mi abuela (aunque al final no era nada importante), que nos pega un susto cada año (tiene 91, así que tampoco es demasiado), y esta mañana se han anunciado las fechas de la oposición que, por algún milagro, se han retrasado una semana.

¡Así que nos vamos a Almería!

De momento dos buenas noticias, lo que me hace temer que, antes de que pasen otras 24, sucederá algo que lo joda todo. Porque cuando llueve, lo hace a cántaros y suelen pasar semanas sin que suceda nada interesante para que luego todo se acumule en unas pocas horas. Me pregunto si los sucesos, como la energía, vienen empaquetados de alguna manera. Cantidades fijas, cuantos o algo así. No creo, pero lo parece.

Bueno, eso es todo por hoy. De las fotos no me he olvidado, pero es que no ha habido tiempo material. A ver si esta tarde...
Y, dentro de nada, el texto de contraportada de Urnas de Jade: Mentiras.

Edito con youtube de por medio (por animar el post, más que nada):

I hear the seven deadly sins
And the terrible twins came to call on you
The bigger they are babe
The harder they fall on you
And you youre always the same you persevere
On the same old pleasure ground
Oh and it never rains around here
It just comes pouring down

You had no more volunteers
So you got profiteers for to help you out
With friends like that babe
Good friends you had to do without
And now theyve taken the chains and the gears
From off your merry-go-round
Oh and it never rains around here
It just comes pouring down

And your new romeo
Was just a gigolo when he let you down
See the faster they are babe
The faster they get out of town
Leaving make up stains and the tears
Of a clown
Yes and it never rains around here
It just comes pouring down

Oh you were just a roller coaster memory
I dont know why I was even passing through
I saw you making a date with destiny
When he came around here asking after you
In the shadow of the wheel of fortune
Youre busy trying to clear your name
You say i may be guilty yeah that may be true
But Id be lying if I said I was to blame
See we could have been major contenders
We never got no money no breaks
Youve got a list of all the major offenders
You got a list of all their major mistakes
And hes just standing on the shadows
Yes and you smile that come-on smile
Oh I can still hear you say as clear as the day
Id like to make it worth your while

Ah but its a sad reminder
When your organ grinder has to come to you for the rent
And all youve got to give him
Is the use of your side-show tent
Yes and thats all that remains of the years
Spent doing to rounds
And it never rains around here
Well it just comes pouring down

Now you know what they say about beggars
You cant complain about the rules
You know what they say about beggars
You know whos the first to blame his tools
You never gave a damn about who you pick up
And leave lying bleeding on the ground
You screw people over on the way up
Because you thought that you were never coming down
And he takes you out in vaudeville valley
With his hand up smothering your screams
And he screws you down in tin pan alley
In the city of a billion dreams

It Never Rains, Dire Straits