Tuesday, 1 September 2009


British summer summarised in one sky. Plus TJam has just sprung a hole in her wellies.


Marvin -The Hollow Hound said...

we have decided there is no such thing as a British Summer, let alone a Barbeque Summer.

We are reverting to the idea of a constant winter, interrupted by bursts of sunshine, very occasionally.

But the new rule is also, this........

Everytime my Jeannie sticks her head out of the door to go out......the rain must fall down in a torrential downpour.

I rest my case, Beanz, my case is a heavy one. I am looking for a defence lawyer, are you any good at legal stuff?

your pal, Marvin xxxxxxx In The Dock xxxxxxxxxxx

Beanz said...

Marvin I will help in any way I can. As long as I don't have to wear a wig.

i can only summise, but it is nature's way that things happen between cats and dogs. i think it is called misadventure. or similar.

chips manslaughtered a Jay once. TJam was mortified. It was just nature and bad luck. things happen.

hang in there my friend


Drab said...

We've given up on the weather, nothing makes sense anymore!

Tjam needs the wellies we had as kids the ugly black ones that were made from re-moulded tractor tyres, you could never wear them out only out grow them and then they got passed down!