Britain, as British people will know only too well, has just experienced its wettest June since records began and July looks as if it might be much the same. I think England has been getting more precipitation, by the pint, than Scotland, but we've had frequent steady drizzle or smirr (rain in the mist) with the occasional downpour just to ring the changes. Yesterday we had very heavy rain for a few hours and this is what the flowerbed about a yard from our front door looked like. Rather alarming, though I trust that the slugs which have been eating my pansies and lilies got a bit of a shock. I don't think they're good swimmers, though frankly I'm not sure that pansies and lilies are either. (You may be able to see pink stuff looming through the deluge round these nibbled plants - this is cat litter which I've put round them, on advice from a bloggy friend, and it does seem to discourage the little horrors. But I think it's a bit late for the lilies, which have been gravely chewed.)
The cats do not approve of rain. Here they are yesterday, sitting on the crossword.
Thank you for all your kind sympathy re my mum. She varies a lot from day to day. Yesterday she was sure that my dad (who died in 2007) was trying to phone her, she saw words written on the ceiling (there were none) and she tried to drink a cup of tea which wasn't there and got very upset when she couldn't bring it to her lips. Today she was less confused but was hopeful of getting to Son's wedding next Saturday. This is in a way worse since she isn't going to be able to go but doesn't see why not. And she's forgotten that it's been decided that she should go into a hospice, and is talking about coming home.
Yes, Son's wedding... . The timing isn't great. But life must go on.