Rain rain go away
Come again another day
We sang it over and over in the UK where it never seems to stop raining.
Here is Oz we don’t really get enough rain to be singing it often… but I think three days of drizzle over a weekend is enough thanks. The grass is a foot high, there are weeds taking over the beds… and the ground it too soggy to let me walk on it without crushing all life underfoot.
Tomorrow… I hope it will be dry. I really need to get out there and get on with the work. If not of course I have a huge amount to do just tidying. I spent most of this morning trying to clear our daily dining table of the piles of junk that have laden it for weeks.
The incentive for the assault was a visit we had from someone who’s never been here before. Her little boy wandered in as well and said “What’s that smell?”… and “Why is so messy?”… oops 😀
So… this was a little wake up call telling me it’s “pull yourself together time” I think… so that’s what I’ll have to do – somehow.
The Eclectic Interweb 