It was raining this morning at 9, so we abandoned the notion of bricklaying for the day. Now, of course, the sun is shining. Ho hum.
Still, I've got a dentist appointment to look forward to this afternoon.
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Oh, what's the problem? This is hardly Great Literature. I'd appreciate anything taken from here being acknowledged, and I might change my mind if I'm suddenly proclaimed as the Literary Queen of the Blogosphere - but I probably wouldn't. Do what you like, just as long as it doesn't extend to defamation of anyone, even me.
Actually, you want to pass off what I say as your own, I might even be flattered. Let's face it, who cares anyway?
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And here we have abondened everything waiting for rains.It i svery hot..today's temp is 41 c.
Our description of 'very hot' is more like 25c ! And more than a fortnight without rain is called a drought.
The weather has been mixed where I've been - certainly not a three-hour stretch of dryness in which we could have worked.
Let's hope tomorrow's forecast is wrong.
Dry here since before 11, though it's looked uncertain most of the day. I'm just wondering, if I cycle into town now, whether I'll be rained on upon my return in an hour.
I hope no one fell into the pond....
Excellent, MotB - I hoped someone would get it!
No, not even Daddy.
I don't get it.
It's a children's poem, Dand. I think it's by Alfred Noyes, but I haven't checked. Worth learning for your nephews; children love it.
Which bit?
The title is the first line of "When Daddy fell into the Pond"
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