Random Thoughts

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

The rain is still coming protests my ankle, as I take a step forward and nearly crumble to the floor as the ankle gives way beneath me.

I have a destroyed ankle as well and I can always tell when rain is coming..


I sit down - prop up my ankle and turn the TV on to the weather radar channel.....

There’s a scene in ‘To The Manor Born’ where a gardener says to the lord of the manor, ‘Sounds like rain.’

‘Ah, stout fellow. Heard it on the wind did you?’

‘No, sir.’

‘In the call of the mourning doves, then?’

‘Not a bit of it, Yer Lordship.’

‘In the buzzing of the bees?’

‘Fraid not, Yer Grace.’

‘Damn and blast you, man! Where DID you hear it?’

‘On the weather forecast over the wireless.’

Boru