Rain rain rain.  Twelve mm yesterday, just a warm up.  Today is the real deal.   Water is starting to pool, soggy galahs sit disconsolately on the wire, lacklustre and quite odoriferous whippets lay in damp beds.  But no complaints.  Tomorrow it will clear and this rain will keep things green, if we're lucky with a bit of follow up, all through winter.  I do need to take the whippets for their poop walk in a few minutes.  No 6km walk today.  Just to the end of the bitumen and back.  Long enough for them to hopefully do their business.  If not there will be soggy Mr. Whippy poos to spoon on to a shovel tomorrow morning. 

Today is the anniversary of our marriage 25 years ago.  Time is a funny thing.  In some ways it seems like yesterday, in other ways much longer.  I've been lucky to have him.  We've managed to stay loving and on course for all this time.  What course?  The partnership course.  We've remained best friends and companions.  I'm always in his corner and he's always in mine.  Can't ask for much more than that.

He's away at a funeral.  A doleful day for it.  His aunt.  She's been non compos mentis for years.  Finally freedom from a failing body.  It's a chance for him to catch up with The Clan.