Emergency fog blip

... swear to god at the end of the News on Friday night the weather girl said "It's gonna be sunny! A-a-a-a-a-ll weekend!!" and then she gave her pom poms a feverish shake and her outfit shimmered ... so I believed her.

She's a tramp.

Awoke to the bleating of fog horns.

So, I set to tidying the rockery ... just til it lifts, mind.

Three hours later my swish hair is plastered to my skull, my specs are fogged and my knees are raw. I can't see across the street.

And the fog horns bleat.