It is a strange time in the UK.
I’m not referring to England being 2-0 up after 2 tests in the Ashes (something that happens about as often as a Briton winnng the Men’s Singles at Wimbledon), nor the fact that a Briton has won the Tour de France for the second year running.
Stranger even than that is the bright yellow ball in the sky which has replaced the traditional warm rain of the British Summer.
This phenomenon has had a strange effect on the cat. Her animal instincts obviously alerted by the unfamiliar change in the climate, she currently spends almost all of her time out in the garden.
Unfortunately, she seems to have decided to treat said garden as something of a litter tray. This will necessitate something of a mine-sweeping exercise before I next mow the lawn.
It’s frustrating when you’re anxious to start something but…
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