I have decided that I am a wet weather magnet. On three occasions yesterday, when I judged that we were in one of the frequent dry spells, I took the dogs out just long enough to be far enough from home to be thoroughly drenched by the time we got back, and we were.
This morning around 06:30, with a low probability of rain and allegedly calmer winds but the trees didn't seem to think so, the same thing happened again.
I've been very fortunate. It's been very windy but then on the Fylde coast it often is. No crashing waves at high tide. No trees down. No power cut. Just a bit stir-crazy at not being able to get out for a decent walk for exercise but I'll live with that.
What to do with immigrants? - ask Shakespeare
Reducing contact because my heart just isn't in it.
"Old fashioned" expressions that young people have never heard.
