The Great British Drought

*sneeze* Excuse me, my planks have got a cold. The drought has got me, with all its heavy showers and the wind. The sun doesn't come out for long enough to help me get dry again. Sometimes I wish my FH would invest in a bench cover. To save me from the worst of the weather. But then again, I wouldn't be able to watch what's going on in my garden. *sneeze* Oh dear, oh dear, I am really not a healthy bench right now. And the next few days will bring even more rain. The plants and the snails love it, but I think we've had enough for now. Give me a break!

Last night one of the small humans had a shower and suddenly there was no more water. The drought again, you might think. But no, it was a meltdown in the fuse box. Seems like the cowboy builders who installed the thing, didn't insulate a cable properly, and so it eventually set the whole box on fire. Luckily the fire went out quickly, but now my humans won't have a working shower until at least Monday. They are not allowed to use a hosepipe, so no shower in the garden, either. Unless they stand in the rain, of course. But that might scare the neighbours. They'll have to stay dirty, I guess. Or use a jug in the bathtub.

That's one good thing about the drought: I get several showers daily, so I am a rather clean bench. Snotty and sneezy, but clean. That baby robin's poo has no chance against the rain. And the wasps stay away, too. And the free radicals, those invisible but oh so dangerous little devils.

Ninja squirrel has been looking quite soggy lately. I bet it doesn't like the drought very much. Digging in wet soil can't be fun. Sometimes it sits on the trunk of the big tree, head down, and holds out one of its paws, as if it was testing for rain or waving at someone. Very odd. Might be Ninja code for "no one in this garden, you can come and dig".