Yes, the gods, dirty tackholes that they are, decided to snatch away the lovely weather and replace it with rainstorms and hurricannoes just when we need them the least. The bastards. But still, the call off of the walk means I get to meet the ten-thousand cats that live in Scotch's back garden.
AGA, PM me Le Fromage and I'll order it all up for you! We need some thing to while away the hours between rain storms.
And speaking to Timmy Mallets agent on the phone was one of the highlights of the week. I really thought we were going to get him booked for a while, they sounded so keen...