The Longest Day

It's the longest day - a more suitable title would be wettest day. On the TV some shots of the silly beggars at Glastonbury, why go so far to get wet and muddy, much cheaper in your own backyard. Then the hairy lot raving about down at Stonehenge, give me the warmth of the mental bed please.
What about the last few days, record breaking rain fall, unheard of floods and Tony Blair going. Ten years of Tony, what will the Scotsman bring? He has been a great choice but can he do the double?

Back to reality, did you see what happened over the border - Sheffield with 4.5 inches of rain, rescues from work by helicopter, the threat of the dam collapsing and the M1 closed as a result. We complained bout our flooding, but it pales into insignificance compared with Bentley and Hull. There again we did have the fire at Sommerfields... would you like to predict the third?
Murphy my canine companion does not like the rain, it fact he refuses to go out for wee, the little dog has a bladder capacity that I truly envy.

The weather has kept us in for the last week or so and I am getting stir crazy. Every time we venture out we get drowned.
Murphy had a serious refusal to move last night, he picked up something in the grass and wouldn't move at all. I couldn't see anything, got quite emphatic with him, to no avail. I then realised there must be something, ended up on my hands and knees peering into the vegetation. The dog doesn't imagine things. I found dozens of little frogs, just half an inch long and perfect copies of the parents. The expression on the dogs face almost embarrassed me, but not quite.

Returning home this A.M. after dog emptying mission a thought occurred to me. Dog doings must be picked up and binned, and quite rightly so. What about horses? They leave barrowfuls, enough to get my buggy stuck in! Why? Right, rant over, but it is a thought, is it not?

Hang on - the sun is out, what am I doing here writing, the great outdoors calls!

See you

Buggy Man