The new grass in the courtyard - put in at huge expense and backed up by a fancy eco-friendly rainwater collection system- was looking parched after a week without any rain so I switched on the irrigation. Naturally an hour after a copious watering of the grass a huge, and entirely unforecast storm blew down from the mountain and we had forty five minutes of rain, hail, lightning and thunder. Digby would like to think he is a brave dog - but he isn't. We eventually found him hiding under the bed trying to make himself invisible to the cacophony outside. Wilf slept through it all.
Benign to malign
10 years ago
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