As I type, there are intermittent rumblings, not sure if we are due a storm, but have to confess to taking a certain sort of primeval pleasure in a good storm!
Aaah, literally moments after typing the first line, there is rain.
It makes me remember a night over 20 years ago, when there had been hot sultry weather for a long time, suddenly the light seemed to change , went all sort of "yellow" then there was the mother and father of all storms, I remember a fleeting desire to dance naked in the rain!
Suggestions for a strong but pet friendly weed killer please.
Angela Rayner is a scrounger, grifter and shameless hypocrite.







