Gah

Dear weather,

Okay, I was going to complain about the sudden thirty-second bursts of torrential rain every time we started gardening this week, as being not actually all that hilarious to a mind above the age of six. (Not that you have a mind, but I've always thought of you as a reasonably sophisticated natural force, as such things go, and I expect better of you.)

But that has been eclipsed by the all-day-long torrential rain today, which has meant we couldn't garden at all and has thus put the Countess out of sorts and made me feel guilty because I had a day off yesterday. Could have done without it. And the added irony of having to schlep innumerable heavy buckets of water from the tap to the back door for the guys pouring the concrete, when it was coming down out of the sky anyway (I mean, of course, the water, not the concrete; I worry sometimes)...well, that wasn't your fault, but it didn't help my overall mood. And I don't wear overalls any more.

I'd really like to go back to the sudden bursts, if that's okay with you, because in between I might be able to try and clean up our garden so it looks less like Passchendaele with pots, and see if any of the bulbs they wheeled their wheelbarrow over are perchance still alive. The forecast looks as though it might be on the cards, so here's hoping.

And if they can't start on the brickwork on Monday because you're still chucking it down, I won't be responsible for the consequences.

Love (because whatever happens, you aren't going anywhere, so there's no point being silly about it),

Me