What possessed me ...

to go out without a coat? Pleading that it's summer and it's not going to rain doesn't really hold water - unlike my cardi, t-shirt, shorts, hair and George. But the skies did look clearish, bright even. And really it wasn't that bad at first. It rained while I was blackberrying but we hid under a tree. I tried to tell George if he kept eating the tree there'd be no shelter for us but he didn't listen.

And then it was fine until we were about 10 minutes from home. That's when God emptied his bathtub on us. I tried sheltering again but the trees were as good as useless the rain was coming down so furiously. Having to go and rescue George who kept trying to play with a boxer who wanted to eat him didn't help, so we gave up and walked home, dripping.

By the way, the green bag in my hand isn't full of poo but blackberries. Actually if I hadn't stopped to pick them we'd have got home before the rain. Ah, but then we wouldn't have had blackberry and apple crumble to look forward to ...

Those are my old leaky boots I'm wearing. I don't want to get my new ones dirty, and I need to break them in around the house first. Except my feet have so many blisters and plasters I don't want to wear anything on them unless I have to.