Oh Bugger!

The thunderstorms have failed to materialise and it's glorious outside.

This, of course, means that I will have no excuses this evening, and will have to get out the mower and give the Small Garden its beauty cut. No problem, nothing is more pleasing than conquering the wilderness (definition = grass four inches and above) and transforming it into a striped heaven.

I may not know how to solve many of the knotty issues plaguing today's society (actually I do, but that sort of thing gets your blog on an MI5 watch-list) but by god I can mow......

Although......there's still time for it to rain...right?