Room for a small one in there?
That was the week that was:
Speaking of too many thirteen’s in my life. Last week, our home phone went on the blink, and it took five days before someone came to repair it. Then Mick’s car broke down; he had to get it towed to the repair shop, and only got it back yesterday. So that meant I was car less for several days. Then, we had just got all the flotsam and jetsam from last week’s flood cleared out of our yard, when we had another deluge on Monday. (I had to take refuge in the closet due to a tornado warning). Another six inches of rain fell in a couple of hours and the lake was back. Oh hum.