I am suffering from an acute attack of Soggy Brain Syndrome. The only known cure is sunshine. I hope to be on the mend by tomorrow but the weather forecast is not promising.
Goodness, is it raining everywhere?? At the moment, I am already fairly soaked from morning chores, overseen by the goats peering out at me from their shelter and plaintively asking "why-y-y-y? why-y-y-y?" Next up: removing 20 8' steel fenceposts from the roof-rack of my car, so I can drive to work. Urgh. The sensible thing would be to crawl back into bed and wait for the sun to come back. (It will, won't it?)
We risked going out this afternoon to look for some new chickens and ended up sitting in the car during (another!) heavy downpour... we pretended we were on holiday and played "I spy with my little eye...."
I just had to comment here to thank you for explaining my condition..which has been developing since the day the hosepipe ban in the Northwest was announced and the heavens started their revenge. They have't stopped. My condition was not improved by choosing for my holiday possibly the greyest place in the British Isles.
Thank you! I love reading your comments and even though I don't always have time to reply I am really grateful to every one who joins in the conversation.
The heavy rain kept us awake last night but I think the South West may get the best of it today Alice - I'll pop the kettle on, hop on over :o)
ReplyDeleteI've given up looking at the forecast - too dismal. But just think how nice and plump the blackberries are getting!
ReplyDeleteI know this feeling well - many of us in the mountains are longing for just a little ray of sunshine!
ReplyDeleteThe worst bit Mary is this is happening in high Summer. Heaven only knows we may never see the sun again until April!
ReplyDeleteSoggy on the Cape!
ReplyDeleteGoodness, is it raining everywhere?? At the moment, I am already fairly soaked from morning chores, overseen by the goats peering out at me from their shelter and plaintively asking "why-y-y-y? why-y-y-y?"
ReplyDeleteNext up: removing 20 8' steel fenceposts from the roof-rack of my car, so I can drive to work. Urgh. The sensible thing would be to crawl back into bed and wait for the sun to come back. (It will, won't it?)
Me too. I think it's called Being British In Summer......
ReplyDeleteCan we swap? Because I am so tired of 100 degrees and blinding sunshine that I am about to run screaming into the hills.
ReplyDeleteWe risked going out this afternoon to look for some new chickens and ended up sitting in the car during (another!) heavy downpour... we pretended we were on holiday and played "I spy with my little eye...."
ReplyDeleteI hate to say this but we haven't seen a drop of whater since June when we had a few only.
ReplyDeleteAnd it's HOT.
Ali is right about the blackberries. Damsons benefit too. Perhaps some indoor comfort jam-making?
ReplyDeleteI just had to comment here to thank you for explaining my condition..which has been developing since the day the hosepipe ban in the Northwest was announced and the heavens started their revenge. They have't stopped.
ReplyDeleteMy condition was not improved by choosing for my holiday possibly the greyest place in the British Isles.
I wish I could blame 'soggy brain syndrome' on the rain ;-)
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