The Judge RANTS!
Date: 15/05/15
Blast It!
It happened again this afternoon.
I'd like any passing meteorologist to explain to me why it is that - invariably, and on occasions without number - when I'm cutting the grass or the hedges, there is scarcely a breath of wind; but as soon is it comes time to start the onerous task of brushing or raking up the bits, it's suddenly force seven on the Beaufort Scale, and every bloody thing gets blown to Ballinabuggrit?
P.S.: In other developments; bad news, chums, I've renewed the domain for another two years. < fx: evil cackle >
