Okay, folks, you're listening to the latest episode of Life on Planet Porky,

and let me tell you, I am, of course, today with a rock chick writer extraordinaire,

Ms. Leslie Ann Jones, Ms. Leslie Ann Jones. And we are in the middle of,

I mean, literally a monsoon, I would say, because I'm in my office, Leslie Ann's in hers,

and Leslie Ann has already told me, have you not, my dear, that you can hear the rain

bouncing off the Velix window above me. Oh, it's a very romantic sound,

Mike. I thought you had chosen that soundtrack just for me. Well, no, I mean, I would definitely

had I been in that position, but the Lord has intervened here, and he's throwing down almost

golf ball-sized hailstones, which are literally bouncing off our window. In fact, it's one of the situations where you're thinking,

I hope that window's not going to come in.

Luckily, of course, it's double glazed and all that kind of stuff.

But what's it like where you are?

It's belting down.

And the funny bit, well, it's not really funny,

but my son, who's just come back from Edinburgh,

he just hung all his washing out in the garden, so he's running around frantically tearing it all down.

I wouldn't bother. It's in this monsoon weather. The minute this rain stops in about, you know, I don't know,

20 minutes, an hour or something like that, the sun will come out again. It will dry it instantly.

We start steaming our laundry instead of hanging it out to dry.

The worst monsoon I ever encounter was in British Honduras, where it came down so heavily,

it smashed up the kind of straw huts that we were sitting in.

You know what I mean?

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