...the mud below my feet....

The swimming jokes failed to make a fifth appearance this morning........but I will save up my revenge for the right moment.

The Boss phoned me at work.....the guys building our conservatory, due to start on Monday had phoned to ask her if they could start today! They should have been laying bricks at another site but the weather has been so awful they couldn't do that....but they could come and dig our foundations.

So this is what I was faced with when I got home.....the moved all the pots of clematis etc.....dug up the flower bed and moved all the plants and then dug the foundations and poured the concrete....all in the most appaling weather imagineable.

So...... we spent 19 days without a bathroom and now were going to have a couple of weeks without being able to get out of the back of the house....a bit of a bugger when the washer, drier and freezer are all in the back of the garage!

Still when the Summer holiday arrives everything will be finished....hopefully....and I'll be able to sit in the conservatory and have breakfast in peace.

Up early tomorrow to get bait....but I'll tell you something....if this weather keeps up I ain't going fishing on Sunday.....I'll get wet tomorrow trying to get a shot of the Olympic Torch....my boots haven't properly dried out from last week....so I'm not.....repeat not.....getting wet on Sunday!

Das vidanya moy padruga.