Hmmm! As I prepared to take T&M out for a walk this morning I looked at my hat, hung on a door handle in the hall, and thought "it's April, I won't need that today" …
… so I rounded up the dogs, filled pockets with bags and treats and headed off around the Three Miler. I reached the top of the hill about a third of the way around the walk and felt a few drops of rain hit the top of my head, within a hundred yards it was pissing down. As a result I did a swift one eighty and headed back home.
Those Yokels knew what they were on about when they cobbled together these simple sayings. I wish I had paid more attention.
Oh, and I'm not dead.