Originally Posted by squiggle:
Charming little tale from my paper today
A few years ago my grandson called to see me, with his little boy, Cameron, then aged nearly three. He'd left the buggy by the back door and, after a while, it started to rain so Rob said he would put the buggy in the garage. As Cameron made to follow him, I said 'Just stand on the doormat, Cameron, then you won't get wet'. He promptly picked it up, put it outside, stood on it, and looked at me rather reproachfully as, yes, he found he still got wet!
That's a gently amusing story, poor Cameron
And it's started raining again here. My brother is coming here this afternoon and there is the risk of heavy thunderstorms at that time. He normally walks from town to my house, but I have warned him about the weather and he will probably catch the bus. Although I generally drive him to the station when he returns, he generally walks here on arrival as the train could arrive ay any time.
My brother will be going back on Sunday afternoon, so I probably won't be around much over the next couple of days.