Yes it is good to have Mr Deakin, with his sharp suit, kindly manner and acceptable ties in charge of our weather-a great contrast to the late Mr Fish (not 'late' as in deceased but late as in retirement, out of harms way) Take to day. Through drizzle to Duns at 7am(I have to admit that the forecast said 'Dry' No possibility of rain but I had faith) Ist Tee no rain. 18th Green no rain. Rain started in Duns Service Station after I had filled the tank making another Saudi rich. Rain stopped as I pulled out the shredding machine and just after I had finished and the wife had called out the magic word 'Coffee!' it started again. In Mr F's time it would have been blazing sunshine and high flying swallows until I had dragged out the heavy shredder from behind the boiler, maneuvered it into position, found the lead, attached the circuit breaker, checked the fuse, fastened on the extension bit, put on the ear mufflers, donned the heavy industrial gloves, the sun glasses and the Aussie Hat -and emptied the branches from the carrier to beside the shredder and then out the garden canvas carrier under the Shredder's shredding ejector and swish down would come the rain promising a choice of death by drowning or by electrocution-process in reverse, shredder away and out would come the sun and the danse macabre would go on its jolly way. Thankyou Mr Deakin.
Tomorrow to the big smoke for a spot of grand parenting and daughter cherishing. First visit since 7/7 and I am not relishing too close an acquaintanceship with London Transport. Lighting does not strike twice is a kindly thought but I am not too worried about lightning. More from Lunnon if I can get access to a computer Chez Z and , of course, if I am spared, he said with feeling
