More than thirty years in Portugal and I don't remember a winter as wet as this one. Needless to say it's pouring again so I thought I'd try and take a pic of it falling on the sun room roof which is where I'm sitting. My favourite place when it rains.
It's no good being smart-arse pleased with yourself about remembering to buy matches before you really need to if you can't remember where you put them.... relying on one's husband to remember as well, even though he saw you put them away in what he thought was rather an odd place at the time but thought twice before opening his mouth, is of no use either. However, he is of great use for popping out to buy more without so much as a grimace! Fire now blazing nicely.
