A Wet Christmas?
The 17th day of December and I’m driving in rain at 8ºC. (That’s 46º F for you metrically challenged folk.) I didn’t like it! The windows in the truck would allow a view for no more a few moments. We shouldn’t have muck for Christmas. I would be much happier with - 15º C ( 5º) until about March 5th when it should warm up and dry up in about a month. Which also won’t happen. Since one can’t do anything about the weather except grin and bear it (or perhaps that should be grin and bare it.) I decided to construct a little rhyme as I was hauling fuel down the road. The melody to “Jingle Bells” should work. Racing through the rain In a Razor Custom quad. Goin’ to the neighbours place For turkey, ham and grog. From toddies smooth and rich We wound up in the ditch We’ll have to get the horses out To pull us from this bog Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells There they come right now The off horse is a little shy They’re both as fat as sows. Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells They’ll do the job just fine Back...