Surrounded by ducks.

 

Spectacular thunderstorm last night. Me, as usual, standing in the rising water, shovelling dead leaves away from the drain. Rain hissing down, like curtain rods, I think the expression is. And, I'm thinking...huh, funny, last time I did this I then went and stood on a telephone wire inside the house, with bare feet and BANG, electricity shooting into the house and straight into my big toe and out again.

At least there's no lightning today, I thought.....BANG.

Voynich tea party

Started the day with placing my primrose yellow and white, raspberry decorated Converse trainers into a pile of Arthur poo. He can't go for long walks anymore...what..acht..this keyboard..hold on.
 Technical mayhem as usual.
Guitar class on Wednesday and told in no uncertain terms to stop bringing in music that is for levels way above me. I adore Jordi...but as usual he is right. This year I am to study what he tells me...and he means study...and to come to the class prepared...and I can play whatever I like at home...but in his class I am to play what he says.....
His eyes are the colour of mango chutney.

The guitar group was on Thursday. No comment.

It rained Noah's ark rain yesterday. The thunder was actually scary rather than dramatic. Piles of cushions and suitcases to stop Arthur crawling behind the TV, stereo, video, Wii, .He always heads for cables in storms. Absolutely unplugged every plug in the house and survived without any appliances blowing up. The telephone man showed me how to disconnect the outside line after the last storm when I blew up my foot.