108. 27.04.2012 Drought conditions.

108. 27.04.2012 Drought conditions.

Drought? It's pissing down as it has been for the bulk of the week. And yet, or so they tell us it's the worst drought since The Brotherhood  of Man won the Eurovision Song Contest with Save all your raindrops for me. Or something like that.

This  week I got wet several times, perhaps numerous times or maybe even more than that and some of the occasions weren't  even bathroom related incidents.  And in a week when I had more bad hair days since the days when I actually had hair in 1988, to be brutally frank I've wept on and off  like a festering wound.  Not quite like I wept when Peacocks went into administration but it wasn't far off and I only made that Middle Eastern noise like a yodelling sound  very briefly on the tram on Wednesday.  Not quite inconsolable,  but not far off.

Today's picture was taken on the 3.50 to Llandudno somewhere near Newton Le Willows.

Newton Le Willows; the place that conjures up images of a settlement  surrounded by majestic weeping willows on the banks  of a  slow, fish rich, meandering river. There are fresh green pastures dotted with cows, (real cows, not the Fresian types , but real ones) .  salix trees and perhaps a pollarded wood with an old house where the basket weaver and his family live.

I have friends who used to live in Newton Le Willows but they were driven out by the locals for being too upmarket. Apparently they did their weekly shop at Bargain Booze and Blockbusters and as such were considered a bit snotty  for the locals who preferred the skips  behind the back of Aldi and the Kebab Shop. There's more nourishment in kebab meat  that moves than people actually realise.

Anyway, culture and culture aside this field of rape did its best to provide a splash of colour on a drab commute home that was more akin to a miserable afternoon in January fueled by a migraine, headache and baysea than a hopeful spring afternoon like the ones we were having exactly a year ago.

Right. Just popping round the back to pick something up for tonight's tea.