You won’t find me complaining.
Actually, right now, I think there’s a fairly strong chance you will because frankly I’ve just about had enough of the weather we have been having. Whoever normally gets fifty-two million trillion gallons of rain at this time of the year can have it back. Bits of my house are falling off and I’m fairly sure that pretty soon it is going to float away. Even as I type I can hear the sound of thundering precipitation on my rooftop.
Ho hum, at least I don’t have to do the garden, though I think I am going to have to do something about it in due course because the bulbs are valiantly poking their way through the remnants of last year’s perennials. I can snuggle up inside with my fabric and projects, oh and clearing up Spare ‘Oom.