Have tried valiantly to put brave face on and be positive but just been at the allotment, actually watching the weeds gaily sally forth whilst all the veg is stubbornly hunched up and refusing to move like a coachload of old ladies sitting in a shelter on Blackpool pier on a rained off day out.
The chickens, who normally run towards me delightedly were similarly hunched and wet looking, contemplating me in a slightly threatening, sinister manner from under a fringe of dripping leaves.
Just purchased a new bike so that I can accompany 6 yr old ds on bike rides, but am nervous about riding on wet grass, mud and even roads to be fair. (It's been a long time, as my ass with agree)!
My entire house looks like some kind of clothes based modern art installation as every free surface is draped with damp washing and every available hook and knob (bar 2) has coat hangers crammed with the same!
Heating on and soup for lunch in July? Howl!!!!!!!!! Boo-bloody-hoo!!!!!!!!!!