The weather lately has been Biblical: the rain came down like stair-rods all day yesterday, and there were reports of flooding in the village, while last night Wilson had to sleep in my bed because of the very scary electrical storm. He was accompanied by the bees, the Johnson brothers, Antony, Tiny Toy and he even insisted on bringing in the sTone Brothers.
They chattered loudly all night about what a terrible storm it was, while I slept in the armchair.
If you can call it sleeping.
Today W ventured into the garden between showers to see whether his Asteroid Shelter had been damaged.
He came back into the house and announced in his most serious voice that it was 'Totes flooded' and he'd need to buy a pump.
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