Right. It's time to blog. I have had a good old look at this layout business and it doesn't seem like the end of the world. Just a darn sight more complicated and until I find my feet, or rather my fingers, will just post about gentle things, and not bother with pictures or links because that would be very VERY scary. Anyway. Now to tell you all about this fascinating old life of mine. Enthrall you with wisdom, enlightenment, joy. Make you feel like it was worth coming here to visit.
Have bought a rain gauge.
I said a RAIN GAUGE.
You know, one of those things that you shove out in the garden and measure how much rain you get.
Because then you know how much rain has fallen.
I know, I know, I HAVE become enormously dull, but that is because we are trying not to spend any unnecessary money, and so I haven't been able to get out and buy things like CLOTHES or NICE THINGS but instead am buying things like RAIN GAUGES or TOILET LIMESCALE REMOVER.
Not very exciting, eh.
But am surprisingly rather pleased with my rain gauge.
Half an inch of rain on Saturday night.
A quarter of an inch since then.
That makes three quarters of an inch!
Which means that we need it to rain every day until about December for this drought of ours to be over.
Having slid and squidged my way round our Bluebell Wood in mud up to my ankles, am amazed by the seriousness of this drought. My friend's husband is an engineer and has to work out HOW to make sure that there will be enough water for everyone during the Olympic Games. Don't envy him that job. Because however you look at it, there won't be enough water for everyone at the Olympic Games. Because there isn't enough water for everyone WITHOUT the Olympic Games.
But meanwhile there is water in our little stream running through our wood, and everything looks green and verdant and spring like. And enough water for me to dash out to check the Rain Gauge.
Life can be SO satisfactory at times.
Note to self.
'Get a life.'
Not half as much fun as rain gauges, though.