It rains, every day. Bob has installed the old wooden butt I used on the farm and in two days it’s overflowing. There’s no tap – it’s just a dipping butt. The rain patters persistently, softly. It nags. The greenhouse I sited in a concrete dip so the neighbours would not be annoyed by the sight of it, sits in a pond.
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