"Raindrops keep fallin' on my head" sings BJ Thomas ... the man on the radio talks of all manner of Saints ... no traffic lady today, it's a Bank Holiday and on Bank Holidays it would seem the traffic needs no report.
It's not raining today. In spite of the Met Office and their dismal forecast of the traditional St Patrick's day downpours and sub zero temperatures, we're being treated to a nice bit of mild with hints of sunshine.
Mind you ... you'll still need 'the umbrella'. I say 'the' because here on the Emerald Isle, they do like to put an extra grammatical article in for good measure. Here we also have 'the Covid'.
As to 'the umbrella' ... as mentioned before in previous posts, they're pretty useless here as the wind will rearrange them for you. However, as the breeding season gets underway, and particularly because of the amount of Rooks we have, 'the umbrella' can come in real handy.
As the pictures attest to ... you need to have both your wits and 'the umbrella' about you. This year, I've even put a cover over the car having found one of the Rooks' presents all over the door handle.
So, as the birds fly overhead, always remember ... eyes down, 'the umbrella' up ... assuming, of course, that I haven't misunderstood and there really is only one umbrella ... and it's not your turn ...
