Storm? What storm?

I posted last night of a pending storm and the fact that it had just started to rain as I was signing off.
This morning there are huge puddles everywhere, and gardens are thriving with much needed moisture from the recent scorching hot days.
Hubby said it was pouring down for most of the night, and there were even a couple of rumbles but they didn’t come to anything.
Maggie and I didn’t hear a thing.

Hubby successfully had his blood test this morning, the nurse taking blood being the one who usually does his INR tests. She saw he was waiting and called him in knowing that sitting around for any length of time would do him no good.
Whilst he was being drained done, I took Maggie for a walk, exploring a pathway that runs alongside the field I walked her in yesterday. It went on forever, curving away from the field and town, not a house in sight, but there were doggy bins!
Then the skies opened, and before finding where it led, Maggie and I turned round and headed back.
We got more than damp, I suppose wet covers it, certainly not soaked or drenched. The car was well steamed up anyway before Hubby came back.

It’s not very nice at all today, so we are doing nothing! I made some cards yesterday, about 16 I think, most for Christmas so I might do some more this afternoon.
Lunch is going to be something different for a change………. lasagne!
Hubby has just hinted the mince might want cooking.
Photo: last lasagne I made in June 2017 whilst staying with MSM.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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5 Responses to Storm? What storm?

  1. foguth says:

    I suspect that ‘doggy bins’ has a different definition on your side of the Atlantic. Here, in the US, doggy bins are containers pet owners store the dog’s toys in. If there wasn’t a house in sight, I can’t figure out why someone would have left a toy bin there, unless they frequently went there to play and didn’t want be bothered by hauling along toys.

  2. colonialist says:

    Oh how civilised the idea of doggy dump disposal units on the wayside! Here, the elements are mainly left to deal with them, although there are some rare areas that allow entry on condition deposits are plastic bagged and removed for home disposal.

    • Doggie poo bins are common sights, but sadly even though they’re present, people still don’t clear up after their dogs. We’ve seen dog mess by the bin, even wrapped mess by the bin rather than inside. Poo bags are on the shopping list this week!

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