I needed to mow the lawn before I went off to the high seas. I remember standing at the back door on the Friday morning thinking just that. As the rain fell. My mower doesn’t particularly like wet grass. it gets all clogged and refuses to move unless I brush its teeth every ten feet. Anyway, suffice to say, I didn’t mow the lawn.
I should have mowed the lawn as soon as I returned (well, the next day actually as I arrived home after 9pm) but it was raining and I couldn’t. We have had one day without rain this week and I spent it waiting for the BT guy at the Canary Wharf flat!
It is still raining as I type this on Thursday night. I can hear it lashing the windows. Plus Day-z just trotted up beside me for a pat and she’s wet.
Work tomorrow – the first time for what seems an age.