Wet

After a long dry summer, the end of autumn has been rather wet.  We had a day last week, where the rain was so thick and hard, mum hadn't seen it pour like that in years.  Then this week, there was thunder and lightening and it had not stopped raining for three days.  Wearing her jacket this morning, the wind held off enough that mum could take her umbrella, so she quite enjoyed her little stroll in.  The persistent rain though was causing problems in our city with lots of flooding and roads being closed by slips, with many of her colleagues faced with long commutes home or having to stay in town.  We also have a lot of rain forecast for the weekend.  Luckily where we are we are not affected, as we are on the side of a rather secure hill, and do not get flooded in.

I had spent the week fighting with mum.  You see I wanted her spot on the couch.  Each time she left, I jumped up and then growled at her when she made me move.  She made sure the other end of the couch was clear - but I did not want that end.  I wanted her spot.  She put a nice fleecy blankie at that end.  I did not want that end.  Til last night.  Then I moved to the other end of the couch.  And I stayed all evening.  Then I stayed all night, and all tonight.  So mum is happy.