I’m not used to the lack…
I’ve cursed it, danced in it, decanted it and diverted it. It’s greened my garden and destroyed some sporting hopes. I’ve wished it gone more times than I care to recall.
And recently, I’ve missed it like a long lost relation.
And then, today….
We ran around with the decorum and self control of a prized bull who’s been told the inseminators are on strike, decanting our water butts into multiple dustbins..
Oh the joy of little victories. Not that Dog cared a hoot…