Or so the weather girl said this morning. So battening down the hatches is the order of the day.
Friend S called to take a completely recovered Tess on her walk - and did she enjoy it - flopped down and was asleep in seconds on her return.
S planted another patty pan for me in a gro bag and we put it behind the dustbins in as safe a place as we could find. The other courgette plants in their gro bags have been moved behind a wall. Winds of fifty miles an hour are forecast for overnight and heavy rain (which we badly need) for tomorrow. This seems to be the pattern most years - just get the gardens planted for Summer then along comes a gale to create havoc.
Poor Tom - and Cro too - are suffering from despondency about the situation in the world. I suspect it was ever thus - and in any case we - as mere mortals -can do little about it. Our only tool is our vote and, frankly, there is little to choose there. I also suspect that once the World Cup
(football just in case you haven't heard about it!!!!!) arrives on Thursday the news will be full of hooliganism, groans about unfair decisions and most likely the ignominy of England returning home with their tails between their legs. Things can only get worse. In fact, now that the Royal Wedding is over it is all doom and gloom for the foreseeable future. So please, let's all cheer up.
If you want to end the day on a cheerful and happy note do go to DOING IT FOR OURSELVES IN WALES on my sidebar and read the lovely, cheery story about Little Compost. It has made my day and might take your minds off the present state of things. Survival is the order of the day for the little chap.