Whoever came up with that term should be made to live the rest of their lives as a bench outside some ASDA in Chavtown, having all the Staffies pee against their legs. What a joke! It's like saying "Great British Chocolate" or "Great British Football". Give me spring any time, at least my humans spent a lot of time with me then. Now I hardly get dry between showers and just get "visited" by bird poo. Nothing great about that.
And just look at all the duckweed on the pond again. What a disgrace! I can't see the fish any more. My FH is too busy with school related activities. As if they were more important than looking after my pond.
Here comes another shower. Maybe I should ask for a raincoat for my planks. I don't want to get mouldy. And then get eaten by that huge hornet that I just saw on the old fence. *shudders*
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