Wednesday, August 11, 2010
At teatime tonight a cloud meant for the tropics lost its way and found itself over Northumberland. Instead of waiting for directions and going on it's way, it decided to empty it's load. It's not the first monsoon we have had of late, it's not the first monsoon to have drenched me to the skin, it's not even the first monsoon that the pigs have seen. However it is the first monsoon to happen just as they should have been chomping at the trough. Instead the scardey pigs oinked at the entrance to the ark tentatively putting a trotter out and quickly returning it to dry land. Nothing could tempt them out. Should I give them 'breakfast in bed'. No definately not as the tropical cloud depleted it's contents they soon came running for nosh.