Wet!

At half past four yesterday afternoon Simon decided to cut the lawns* ~ "good man yourself" I shouted ... my eagerness not to cut the lawns is legendary, especially that first cut of the year when the grass is too long and even if you've had days and days of sun it's still too damp! 25 minutes later he was finished, back and front, both lawns now shuddering after their first haircut of the year ... "they don't look so bad do they?" he said. "Now we just need a little bit of rain to encourage the grass to grow and I'll cut them again next week!"

God I wish he hadn't opened his great big mouth ... thanks to the typhoon of biblical proprtions he called down on our heads last night I'll be ringing the insurance company this morning about our leaking roof. Someone explain to me how after that much rain we still have a hosepipe ban please?

*He'd been watching the golf and fantasising about having a lawn like the one in Atlanta!