... sun, warm, rain, cold, wind, sun, warm, hot, warm.... and so it goes on. It's worse than Manchester for the amount of times the weather has changed today. But I ain't complaining. I've got nothing to complain about, remember?
Still no mud, still got cans of beans in the cubpoard, so I'm as happy as Larry as the saying goes.
Mind you, nothing to complain about = nothing to write about so not very interesting for you guys I'm afraid. Who knows, perhaps in the night a mud slide will pass over our town, the supermarket will run out of biscuits and beans, and the local playgroup will decide to come and have english lessons with me, and then I can write about how horrible it all is....!