Aside from being payday, there's precious little joy to be said about today. With February breaking all records for sunshine and heat, March has excelled in being Miserable-March. Gales, driving rain, cold, no snow down south but has lain with abandon up north. Grim. This was the glorious sight which awaited me as I withdrew the bedroom curtains. How I skipped and danced as yet another day of pestilence dripped drops down the window pane. The best was yet to come with afternoon strengthening winds once again threatening man and beast with a "coup ower" as Northumbrian farmers used to say about a dead sheep in a ditch "It's couped ower". The weather forecasters are predicting fine and settled weather next week, lets hope so as Mr Fencer is due on Monday to wield his mighty fencing skills along the boundary layer.
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