wet wet wet

Firstly I must begin by conveying my sincerest apologies to those of you who have been getting a teensy bit frustrated at our lack of correspondence of late. Given that I am a mature and emotionally intelligent woman I am going to of course resort to blame, and what best to blame than the English weather? Already a month into Summer and it has been an absolute wash out. I can't remember the time we last had a dry and sunny day from start to finish. My feet which have been clothed in flip flops/thongs for the last two months out of dogged determination as if their very presence should bring about Summer, have somehow managed to tan nicely, while the rest of my body remains white as the driven snow.


So, needless to say, the reason we haven't written anything for weeks is because we have had absolutely nothing exciting to report. A poor excuse I know and it all seems a little trivial now in light of some of the events that have unfolded this week; severe flooding all over the country resulting in the loss of lives, Tony Blair standing down and handing over the baton to Gordon Brown who on his first day at the office had to handle a terrorist attack on the capital and on day two another in Glasgow and on a lighter note, tomorrow the pub-going, smoking public will be forced to smoke outdoors as all pubs and bars become smoke free.

The times they are a changin'.