School holidays. Two whole weeks on almost unlimited opportunities to do whinge about being bored.
It doesn't seem to matter how many gadgets you have, there never seems to be the right one for the moment.
While scores of cable TV channels failed to deliver a flicker of excitement, the promise of an afternoon storm had Mr O and his cousin Cleo out in the yard jumping around like frogs as the rain started.
The amount of thunder and lightening suggest that others got a great big dumping but here there was little more than a trickle.
Perhaps next time they should try a rain dance.
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