Thursday, 19 December 2013


Who needs the Met Department?
With a lightning reaction, my husband whips out his hand and squashes a fly in his fist.  He does this at table, which is not only highly unnerving, but means we often find stunned insects waving their legs in the salad.   But Rich takes no notice of our objections – out shoots the hand and within a few minutes, three flies are on their way to a better life.

“Three in row,” Rich announces in a satisfied voice, “so we’re going to have rain.” And we do, later that afternoon:  our first shower, only 5ml and not nearly enough to make a difference, but the flies were right, just as Rich had been taught at his father’s knee.  When they are so slow and sluggish that you can catch them on the wing, it’s a sure portent of rain (however little it might be).