It's my garden and I'll whinge if I want to, whinge if I want to...
If screaming would do the trick, believe me you'd hear my dulcet tones on the other side of the Earth! However, I don't suppose my lungs can alter the weather forecast at all.
What I need is a massive sponge to suck up at least some of the unbelievable quantities of rain that are making it impossible to garden, and in some instances positively treacherous to even walk.
I skidded for over a metre across some wet grass the other week. My neck still clunks every time I turn my head, as if I had whiplash.
Meanwhile, provided I wear my walking books I can just about stay upright, but with little, if any chance of actually doing anything useful. I even cleaned the inside of the greenhouse the other day (which, for me is rather like ironing, not exactly a job I lust after!)
I am starting to think there could be a market for entire garden shelters which allow natural light through, permit adequate air circulation and wind movement, access to birds and other wildlife... but keep out the rain. If any one knows any anti-rain dances, please get dancing.
'It's my garden and I'll whinge if I want to, whinge if I want to' springs to mind, sung of course to the tune of 'It's my party and I'll cry if I want to'!
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