Drip Drip Drip

The rain/sleet started as I left work last night and has hardly let up since, so there was little chance of getting far at lunchtime today unless by car.

I ventured out for quick walk to get some fresh air and see if I could catch a blip. Probing through the bushes I heard a voice behind me.

 "What are you up to?", says Alan, newly back from a month in Australia and definitely feeling the cold.

"Looking for a drip to blip", and I explained by bizarre obsession.

"Here's one here", pipes up Alan "..... nope gone....... here's another.... nope too slow..... there's a good one if you're quick...... nope missed it again!"

Australia's loss is Scotland's gain, or have I got that round the wrong way?