Morning all...dull and chilly-ish here. Yesterday's sun didn't last but it was still acceptable and ok for pulling up a thousand dead forget-me-nots. I should have kept the pacamac on, those seeds don't half stick to your crimplene slacks.
Woofy I might need to borrow your boys if the gang of kids I had last night come back. One of them was jumping in and out of my front garden over the gate, picking up stones and throwing them down the road. I banged like hell on the window, I probably should have ignored them but I was in tetchy mood. The boys all legged it, it was a girl who just glared and mocked...it's always the girls who are most trouble.
Fantastic news shaney, the end's in sight at last, it's been a long haul for you. Better send those nurses to Ibiza to sort neti out.
It's a good thing I'm too tired and agitated to bother with the tele at the moment, has it ever been worse? Referendum and football...football and referendum. If people haven't decided yet what hope is there? We need decisive people, not ummers and ahhhers. Make your !£$%^&@ mind up. That's my manifesto. :)
Bonjour jno, even the met etc can't predict the weather, I swear they change it every hour.