It Rained

It rained and rained and rained and rained
The average fall was well maintained:
And when the tracks were simply bogs
It started raining cats and dogs.

So started a famous rhyme that the The B’s found in a hut on the Milford Track in 1998. Needless to bark I was not there but this was called to mind today as it did…rain that is…and in spite of many hopeful hard looks there was no outing.
Toughen up, The Boss said so I stayed in bed and looked ever hopeful, brightening for a couple of visitors Oh and there was a special photoshoot for acyclinggranny too. (usual modelling fees apply)
Tomoro is looking more hopeful.
This pic was fruitphoned on the way bark from an emergency milk (for coffee) run to the supermarket. The wheels of commerce are greased by coffee U kno.
Mutter…..