It's been a bit damp again.

We had to visit Booth's to catch the Turkey.
Since I was stricken this morning by a lower back Lurgi, it was a bit of a trial. I could barely hobble up 'till mid-day. Several pain killers and a heating pack have rendered me mobile by night.
Anyway groan over.
"We" decided that life would be a lot easier if we went and ate there instead of the customary cuppa. WaHEY. All day breakfast, "full as a gull's egg" as a mate of mine was wont to say.

"Herself" pointed out 1st, that "Mam" was perched on "His" knee, then that Sprog was perching on Mam's knee.

Then we spotted the 'phone and began to wonder what the collective noun for a group "Selfie" was. Not a "Groupie", surely??

While Pondering the "Groupie" we spotted the young fellow's two puddles, giving token to the degree of wet.
24Hrs to Sat breakfast = 1" rain.
24Hrs to Sun breakfast = 1" rain.
>>>----->Mon ditto.
Just been out for a quick decko (23:05) guess what?
1" in the gauge AGAIN.