"I'm thinking of coming to do the garden on Wednesday. Will you be in?" asks Al, our gardener.
We'll be in. But we can't help pointing out the forecast is for rain today, Tuesday, & sure enough it is raining this morning. I add I'd gone to look at the bog plants earlier yesterday. As I stood on the crazy paving, I moved my weight around a bit. Between the cracks, water seeped out.
Last night, after Al's question, I tried stepping on the lawn. I never even got my foot fully on the ground. The slightest bit of pressure was sufficient to start a puddle appearing. I somehow don't see Al coming tomorrow.
Oh, and by the way, the pie did turn out to be a definite shepherd's pie. The taste of lamb sang through.
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