Humid, wet and warm – I like the warm bit
but I’m a little fed up with the rain, aren’t you?
It’s been raining, on and off for nearly
the last two weeks. I know this because that’s when my hubby first started
trying to lay some new decking.
In order to reach the correct level, a
section of our lawn was dug out and the spoils of this – mud and turf - have
been there ever since.
What with that and the slugs who seem to be
multiplying by the minute and eating their way through our entire garden and
the allotment; I’m really ‘pead’ off.
I might as well leave £10 notes on the
flower beds and let the slugs eat them (I’m told they’re not terribly fussy and
will happily eat paper), rather than go to the trouble of going to a garden
centre and buying expensive plants.
And then there’s the soggy dog walks
starting with ‘Shall I go now or wait till later?’, followed by ‘Shall I take a
coat?’, then sensing a break in the rain or drizzle you’re off wading through
mud, slipping about like a demented duck. Meanwhile, your boots are getting
heavier and the long grass is causing a rising tide mark on your trousers.
And of course your meteorological sensors
have let you down yet again, cause as soon as you are far enough away not to
turn back, the heavens open and the decision not to take a coat further reminds
you what an optimistic idiot you are!
Arriving home you now have to clean three sets of muddy paws on dog towels that haven't dried properly from the last time and the smell of 'wet dog' lingers in the house for the rest of the day.

