…But it pours. After nearly seven weeks without a drop of rain, nature has decided to get with the programme again. It has been raining for most of the day; at times reaching torrential proportions. I’m not really complaining; the garden needs it, and the farmers around here are heaving sighs of relief as well.
It Never Rains…
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4 responses to “It Never Rains…”
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It rained here too today, but then it was a bank holiday. btw – you were right – all I wanted to do as a kid was be an actor. I don’t think the Quentin Crisp option is open to me, as the gym skirt did nothing for me. Can I pay you to analyse me? Be cheaper, but then you’re a bit too cute, I’d get distracted.
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Don’t listen to him, Geoff, he falls for anything in brains. It’s a compensatory thing.
We didn’t have the torrents down the road, just piddling, but the farmers and gardens are here too breathing more easily. Need more tho, lots more. -
Me, be an analyst? Er, *cough*. Moving swiftly on… We had another massive downpour during the night – accompanied by a spectacular thunderstorm that came very close to the house. I kept waiting for the strike to the chimney. Meanwhile, Martin slept right through it, snoring all the while…
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I heard that.
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