Murphy’s Law

The food grade hoses arrived along with torrential rain.
Having completed the rugby clubs indoor work I moved outside for most of the day and finished completely soaked through, so much so that as I walked the water squirted out of the lace holes in my trainers.
We are ready for the campers, not sure if they are ready for the forecast weather. I stood in the conservatory looking out onto the pitch as the first of the arrivals struggled to get the tent up in the wind and rain.

On the plus side I’m pretty glad I gave Paddy an hours run around the boatyard and foreshore in the sun yesterday.