And the rain came

I was awake quite early this morning but we didn't stir until a bit before nine and then walked the big block in the grey but dry. Home to cut the grass and deadhead the roses and delphiniums, fill up the bird feeders and re-plant two pots. Nothing more done when the first lot of rain come. Instead there was tidying and reading and a bit of tennis watching and then a lengthy afternoon nap. Some rumbles of thunder as I made tea and then torrential rain on and off and I think it will keep going. I have watched The Dig instead of the football. And Bailey has puffed and panted and raised the occasional eyebrow at the thunder.