Time’s been a bit short lately so I haven’t been able to post or read as often as I’d have liked. Hopefully I’ll get some catch-up reading done today.

We’ve had loads of weather over the last couple of days, or to be meteorologically correct, more rain than you can shake a stick at. It’s desperately needed, we haven’t had any since May so you can almost hear the fields sighing. It’s great to see the first rain wash all the dust off the houses so we return to living in a “white village” again rather than a red one.

I had one of “those” phone calls the other day, the type where somebody says “hello, is that Andaloo? You don’t know me, but I need to ask you a few questions.” It turned out to be a florist in UK who is doing the flowers for Jenny’s wedding next week. In true Jenny style it was far too easy to have the flowers done locally, so to make life as difficult as possible they’re being done in UK and a wedding guest is bringing them over. This florist had been given my number because Jenny’s outfit is being held here and he wanted to know what colour it is.

Me: (thinking “WTF…”) Oh, it’s a sort of sludgy greeny brown.

Him: Can you be a tad more specific sir?

Me: (looking at outfit through squinting eyes) Mushrooms?

Him: Mushrooms?

Me: Well, somewhere between a mushroom and a camel.

Him: That’s hardly helping sir. Those shades are poles apart.

Me: (thinking “if you were here and I had a pole I know what I’d do with it you pompous little shit”) Gerbil? Sorry, I’m clearly not very good at this. Can I send you a photograph?

Problem solved…I hope.

Later I had a call from Jenny.

Her: Expect a call from a florist.

Me: I’ve had it. He sounded like he was called Tarquin.

Her: What?

Me: Doesn’t matter, it’s all sorted, but how do you feel about getting married while holding a gerbil?