I got a phonecall while I was still in the train.
In the train in the rain.
The torrential rain.
Rain so heavy my trains were all delayed and then running slower than usual.
I missed my connection and caught a 5,000 yen taxi home.
Why didn't K come and pick me up?
Nah, he spent the day (in the rain) on a bus with all the neighbours (and the girls) going up a mountain to not pick mountain veggies (the torrential rain remember) so they sat around taking endless baths, eating endless soba and drinking endless cups of alcohol.
Got home and went straight out to the rice paddy. It had been raining all weekend and co-farmers were also away and worried that we were flooding the neighbouring fields again.
Because you see after a full on day in the rain on a tractor fabulous neighbour co-farmer (this is tricky as his initials are H and K. Both already taken here!) fixed the water seepage problem and we have had a whole week of trouble free paddy gazing. And gaze I do. Every time I drive up or down the mountain.
So anyway, jumped in the car with an umbrella and went out to see how we were faring. The outlet pipe on the paddy had been opened so that it wouldn't overflow from the top and the torrent of water coming in meant that the water going out was gushing and the paddy was still right up to the brim. Wow.
Walked to the far side of the paddy (well ran in the rain straining to hold my useless umbrella in the wind) and peered over the edge holding my breath.
Tomatoes were soaked and soggy but not from our water- just because everything was soaked and soggy!
Was swaggering back to the car looking rather smug when I saw the soba field next door to the tomatoes.
Well, what should have been a soba field and looked more like a soba bath.
Our paddy outlet pipe empties into a culvert that runs along the embankment between our paddy and the lowland tomato and soba fields. With all the rain and all the outlet pipe action from further up the hill the culvert was full to the brim. Then our water joined in and it was literally bouncing out and spewing into the soba field.
Only apparently this is a these things happen kind of problem and not a faulty farmer issue. And the soba won't even be planted for a few more months so it was dramatic but no disaster of agricultural or neighbourly relations import.
I got home absolutely drenched but still so chuffed about all that water in there that I didn't even mind paddying in the rain!