Rrr, bleddy rain, that’s two pairs of trousers I’ve got through today, more than the Duke of Edinburgh. An God save us.d the bleddy dog still wants another walk.
Interestingly, as I wrote that the text appeared magically in the wrong place, where I have left it embedded like a straw in a tree so you can see what I have to go through. The laptop does this all the time, distributing my thought in uncertain ways. The fun is in finding and retrieving it, sometimes it has got into the oddest places, like into the address bar of an old email, in hard-to-see 8pt.
Got to look on the bright side, actually in weather like this without wine or company it’s a suicide matter.