Hour by hour, the teeming rain falls in Manchester. We're getting a wetting at the moment, and not for the first time this week: we lacked rainfall earlier in the year, but we're making up for it now.
Now I can heave a sigh of relief - it is the last day of winter - and then I can start whinging about how hot it is. Humans are never satisfied.
Have you seen The Mersey McTag? Will you come and rescue me in your dinghy? x
smorgs wrote:Have you seen The Mersey McTag? Will you come and rescue me in your dinghy? x
Dinghy? Smorgie, if you can see the Mersey from your window you're in big trouble.
I'll let you know when my Ark is finished....I think I've got about thirty days and thirty nights left.
No, but I drove past it this morning - it's about 3 minutes from my house! It's really high! The mersey links are flooded.
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You're talking about the big wet, spare a thought for us down under. We have just experienced the driest winter on record, only 23mm of rain during the past 3 months! Water restrictions are already in place and will get worse as our hot summer approaches.
The weather is really wierd!
My Dad (a gardener of many years) reckons the UK is going to have a very severe winter, he's usually right.
We don't cope with it well in Blighty, here, things fall apart if there is 2 inches of snow...
Hope mehot water bottle hasn't perished!
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Dutchy wrote:You're talking about the big wet, spare a thought for us down under. We have just experienced the driest winter on record, only 23mm of rain during the past 3 months! Water restrictions are already in place and will get worse as our hot summer approaches.
Perished in Chorlton and in Oz....I'm sorry to hear that Dutchy. I think we'll have floods here today....pity we can't average things out between us. I was wearing my avatar-picture hat when I went for my paper this morning.
Morning dew is one of the lovliest sights anyone could wish to see. On an early May morning when the sun has just risen from behind a hill a whole kaleidoscope of piercing glistenings greets the awe-struck walker and nature's beauty gushes forth as he strides home across the fields after a heavy session in the pub.
The pub is where courage, dreams, success, ego can be found in a glass. They are all too often lost in the gutter.
The guttering of a candle was the only light that young Dickens had, in the years before his literary fortune and fame. But nothing daunted, he worked late into the night on his many marvellous and emotional manuscripts.
Cheerfulness and content are great beautifiers and famous preservers of good looks.
Charles Dickens
Dickens wouldn't forgot any "manuscripts". Dutchy, have another go..
Go, and do those things you have been putting off.
Off my head I'd say I misinterpreted this thread.
(Sorry Francis. Thank you for steering me in the right direction).
Thread, and needles, and thimbles all have nasty overtones of sewing lessons at school, grandly termed 'Domestic Science'. I spent three times as long as other girls on making my 2nd form skirt.
"Skirt" is a common colloquialism for "blart", "totty" and "crumpet".
Out of order, Smorgie, a diabolical liberty, red card and an early bath for you.
Get with the programme!
And, my dear, you were supposed to begin your offering on here with the last word of my previous post which was "crumpet" just like I have begun my latest offering with your last word of the previous post which, as you might be able to remember, was "And". I even got the capital A in. That is because I play by the rules.
