Yo Ho Ho, and a bottle of rum!

Avast, mateys…

Arrr…

Shiver me timbers, buoys and gulls – it’s so wet outside I thinks me brain’s gotten soggy by osmosis – And if I do say so myself, I thinks Mrs. That Dan Guy might be exhibitin’ signs of scurvy! ‘Scuse me while I prepare her a meal of lime and lemon peels...

This is what you get from griping about a rainy summer – the flipping rain decides to really settle in and stay awhile – I’m pretty sure I caught a family of raindrops speaking to a Realtor about a condo that's for sale down the block.

But seriously folks, this is getting a little silly already. We’re into August, and the thermometer has yet to even threaten reaching +30º Celsius. It’s barely even reached a mid-range 20-something since we’ve returned from our travels. Aye Caramba!! My parrot’s got frostbite on her beak!

Well, one thing for sure – my garden hose is facing unemployment if this keeps up. No brown patches on the lawn THIS summer.

Better go bail out the bilge a bit…I think me planks are smellin' a bit gamey...

Chow for now!