Mr Something McSomething may well be right. The sky is very dark and big drops falling even on usually Gobi like Hutton. The Fish disciple promises heavy rain until Wednesday. If so this will be unprecedented in our time here =now over 7 years. Incomers still but with a small i by now. Fortunately no need to venture out. Fridge and Freezer full, soft fruit picked and bushes pruned. Stan the Man did his gardening yesterday and the lassie from the village cut the lawns(or rather meadows-lawn is not an accurate descriptionof our green sward of weeds, moss and tough rural neo grass) No need even to go the post office-we miss not having it
chez nous and we miss the chance of picking up village news first hand from the pensioners. But stamps in stock. We momentarily have the illusion of rural self suffiency-until the cereal runs out. In the meanwhile enjoy the rain from the kitchen window, soothed by the gurgling of the gutters and bear in mind Mr Mc Something's dire warnings about not venturing out in the rush hour. A Hutton rush hour would be a fine thing.
