Oh boy, is it raining out there! How are you all fairing? Especially those of you who are on the coast and further down south? I'm worried about you. Gregg had ants-in-the-pants so has gone up to the store to get himself a coca-cola and a newspaper. I, having been out of the old country for almost 33 years now and no longer used to the rain apparently, did not want to get my nose wet. I know, I am such a wimp. The expected 60 mph winds have not materialized here yet. Not sure whether they will. I will keep you posted of course. The rainfall right now is welcome as it has been a very dry summer and the silver lining here is, we need the rain. Just so long as it knows when to quit as I feel for the areas who have had far too much of it. These hurricanes are scary.
In the meantime I am hunkering my wimpy-self down and yee gads, there is still a football game on the TV. Gregg will come back sopping wet wanting to know what the score is so I don't think I will be changing the channel any time soon. It's just background noise right now and I am not really paying attention to it. For any of you who don't know yet, I glaze over when anything to do with tossing a ball around comes on. Must have been those childhood years when I used to have to go watch my dear Dad play his cricket. Yes I know, it is a noble sport and I am not insulting the thousands of cricket fans out there. But when you're ten and a girl back in the late 50s and 60s, okay let's be fair - this girl at least - it's a bit mind-numbing, take my word for it.
Gregg's back, what's the score? Four balls you walk, three strikes you're out. Ups! Wrong game.