When Love gets in the Way

While the rest of the UK swelters in unseasonably high temperatures, Scotland is doing its own thing. Its wet thing.

I tiptoed round the garden in wet feet enjoying the warm, (yes, I didn't say it wasn't warm just exceptionally wet), grass on my feet. And Dang it needs cut again.

I found a whole world of mushrooms/ toadstools? , and A million and one sparkly webs. . But all the time I was walking round, I felt there were eyes on me.

I looked in all the corners. I looked in the branches of the trees. I peeked in the cat flap.

And then I turned round.

I spotted them. Hundreds of them. Some with two eyes, some with one eye, and the occassional one with three. My washing line had been invaded, by little monsters from Venus. They were carrying out rekkie work before the invasion of the rest of them, which will probably happen about 2pm.

Damn those wet aliens!