Our forecast is for rain, rain & yet more rain 
Hi Pen,
I liked Fletch.
Peter FitzSimons didn’t have a joke of the week in the SMH today but he did have a poem which is appropriate to your situation.
It rained and rained and rained
The average fall was well maintained
and when the tracks were simple bogs,
It started raining cats and dogs.
After a drought of half an hour
We had a most refreshing shower
And then the most curious of all
A gentle rain began to fall
Next day but one was fairly dry
Save for one deluge from the sky
Which wetted the party to the skin
And then at last the rain set in.
Our weather is strong wind and a dust cloud being blown in from the west.
I have been kept on the hop this weekend. We have two old (
perhaps I should say long-standing) friends who we have not seen for more than 20 years visiting from the Gold Coast.
They told me about two of their friends who recently toured in Wales. On their way they saw a sign for a place called
Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch and decided to go there.
In the main street, they had a big blue about how to pronounce the town’s name. They were hungry and went into an establishment for lunch. The only other customer was a woman called
Anona. They asked Anona, “could you please settle an argument for us?” Anona nodded.
“Would you please pronounce where we are for us – very slowly?”
Anona says very slowly, “Buurrrrgerrrrr Kinnnnggg.”
Practice keeping your toes apart, Pen, that way you wont get webbed feet.
