I've not posted here for a few days not wishing to push my bad luck. I enjoyed a couple of days of freedom from Blackie last week although his sister Gale kept me company; Saturday was Rufforth Auto Jumble and dare I hope if I kept my head down it would be fine for a change? I got up at 5:15am last Saturday and having had breakfast took my dishes to the kitchen sink this at 5:50; as I looked out of the kitchen window down came the rain with split second timing; the rain accompanied me right to Rufforth village when suddenly Blackie must have emptied his tank so I was allowed to wander around in peace but why am I always so pestered with my personal black cloud; I want to do some paint spraying today;
Here's what our day is like this picture taken this morning; will I ever be free of this pest Blackie; I'm aware a number of members dream of rain but please be careful what you dream for you might end up with a Blackie clone; oh how I hate our dire climate. Everything outside is soaking wet as usual; it's dark and gloomy and if I go into the garden I'll be sure to leave dirty footprints wherever I walk. BAHHHHHH.
If only I could persuade Blackie to leave me I'd be happy for him to pay you a visit zigs but unfortunately he's a home loving cloud; he was here again last night because as usual everything outside is wet.
Yesterday was rare in that as I looked out of our kitchen window blackie was waiting for me to play out;
Above shows Blackie wetting himself in anticipation of me going out to play. It was unusual to see the patio had dried.
I felt really annoyed because I wanted to do some paint spraying so the last thing I wanted was a wet atmosphere; amazingly after this early torment Blackie decided to give me a bit of peach and it developed into a beautiful sunny day; our driveway dried and I quickly set up my spraying outfit doing the spraying at last;
The driveway was about as dry as it ever is so it's now or never; do the spraying in a hurry before Blackie spots me.
WOW; at last the mower parts finally sprayed and inside the workshop before they get rained upon; just because Blackie left me alone it didn't mean his sister Gale was also going to leave me alone; I had to time the spraying between puffs of wind from Gale; as a bonus our neighbours gardener Paul was only a few feet away giving it all trimming bushes with his petrol trimmer; it can't be seen in the picture but there's a very fine coat of dust on the paint; I could compound the dust then polish but the finish is acceptable; in use the mower will be subjected to both Blackie and Gale.
Here's a good side of Blackie; he looks after watering our gardens so I can't moan too much when our garden looks like this; this is just a section of the new small meadow area I created at the top of the mountain and it's stunning; it keeps changing as some flowers fade others take their place; I showed it to Paul the gardener yesterday and he says he'd love an area like this. I can smile today; I can please myself if I work outside or not so Blackie isn't a threat.