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In Which I Channel W.H. Davies
I went to put a deckchair on the patio for Ailz and found myself walking into a misty rain so fine I hadn't seen it was there.. I turned round smartly, deckchair in hand, and re-entered the house.
"It's not supposed to rain," she says
"It's not raining hard," I reply. "It may just be a passing cloud that's stooped too low. Which" I add, rather pleased with myself,"Sounds like a line of Georgian poetry."
"It's not supposed to rain," she says
"It's not raining hard," I reply. "It may just be a passing cloud that's stooped too low. Which" I add, rather pleased with myself,"Sounds like a line of Georgian poetry."