We were sat, sitting, as you, outside, admoring the view. Lovely with al lthe pink and white blossom out
And a dirty great cloud came over and dumped some wet stuff on the garden.
And next door, having just walked down to bin, was a lovely sight, with a bright yellow carrier bag, over his head (not his face, I hasten to add) He couldn't see where he was going and tried to get into our garden
So we smiled, trying not to laugh out loud and said Boa Tarde
