It's been truly
horrendous weather recently, with gale
force winds and lashing rain nearly every day. It feels like
Dementors are on the loose in
Lincolnshire and no-one is safe from their icy grasp. To add to the bad feelings in general, the
Goldsbroughs suffered a burglary, I got done for speeding and Charlotte has been rattling through reports which gives her no free time whatsoever. I was slightly cheered by the
appearance of small frogs in
the garden, but to be honest, on the whole I feel a bit down with it all. Its also likely that Boston away will be cancelled on Sunday, creating a bit of a cricket vacuum.
So whats in store. Well, its happy birthday to both Nick and Jon this weekend - so its going to be raining booze and probably a couple of meals out as well. I just hope we don't get flooded out of our houses and end up living up trees like a load of dirty apes. I really don't fancy using flint to
fashion a
prehistoric club and then chasing after weird amphibian beasts, that are the only creatures who can survive the new climate of permanent rain and bogs. I bet they'd taste disgusting anyway and electricity would be right out. So no TV or
PlayStation either, which would be rubbish.
Please let it stop raining soon!!!