One of the effects of a "big" bowl of porridge each morning is that my first constitutional is a a drawn out affair and in terms of volume not dissimilar to giving birth.
So this morning I opened the back door on the West Wing of bruv's house and let his two rat-dogs out then went to drop the kids off at the pool, Motorcycle News in hand. Mid offload, a gust of wind blew the back door shut and was followed by a short, sharp monsoon. I could hear the hounds yapping. By the time I finished and let them in, they were absolutely drenched.
They are now staring at me with utter contempt
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