Like the wind

But what you can't see is HER Standing at the top of the back yard steps, yelling at the top of her voice, GEORGE, HARRY.   HARRY, GEORGE!!!

Obviously we wasn't listening, because we had caught sight of next door's dog going into the other next doors and we wanted to make sure he didn't come into our yard.  As If!  With us two guarding the place, he wouldn't dare. ...  cough, cough .... maybe it's as well he didn't try.

AND .. (and I tell you quite safely this didn't go down at all well with her), she had to totter down the back of the yard, right down the back steps, in the driving rain (we don't know where it was driving to, because clearly it wasn't in a car, and that's what drives), and make us go back inside.