Today is the first of May. I celebrated it by planting out the remainder of the dwarf french beans. This could be a risky venture as frost is forecast for the London area tomorrow night. As I finished it began to rain so I decamped to the shed, sat on an old folding chair and listened to the varying tempi of raindrops on the roof. At one point it thundered.
I waited for the rain to blow over, but after thirty minutes it continued to beat down. It came in heavy pulses and had the intensity that I associate with July and August, when showers fall with a tropical strength. I lost patience. Nothing for it but to find an old bit of plastic bag, cover my hair and venture out. Home I headed, ready for a hot shower and dry clothes.
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