Claudio

[poliphilo]

The storm that is soaking the south east- all the way from Portsmouth to Canterbury, says the Mail- is called Claudio- which has me thinking about that terrific moment in Much Ado About Nothing when the comedy suddenly fetches up short on the edge of the abyss of revenge tragedy. "Kill Claudio" says the cat, sitting by the glass door, looking up at me with his big yellow eyes. And I say "I'm not a shaman, I don't have the chants but if I was I'd need a better reason for it than you wanting to go sniffing your way round the boundaries of your property...

Meanwhile lets enjoy the water streaming down the windows, the grey, misty light and the constantly changing force and tempo of the rain- now tentative then speeding up- like an actor with a great soliloquy who whispers and hesitates and shouts...