This morning I will be trying out my handyperson skills. As I rummaged under the sink for the floor cleaning stuff, I discovered that the sink has leaked all over everything.
Off the the ironmonger to look for plumber's tape.
Meanwhile, I am reminded of the primary-school adage that 'Eskimos (Inuits) have a hundred words for snow'.
We have a similar number for the act of precipitation of water from the skies: pouring, drizzling, raining, stottin' (Geordieland), chuckin' it down, p*ssing, piddling, deluge, showering, pelting, coming down in torrents, raining cats and dogs, coming down in sheets, bucketing.
Well, not a hundred (unless you can think of more).
But given the duration of it all, I suggest a new one: crying down with rain. That's what I felt like this morning when I woke up to yet more grey skies and pouring, drizzling, raining, stottin' (Geordieland), chuckin' it down, p*ssing, piddling, deluge, showering, pelting, coming down in torrents, raining cats and dogs, coming down in sheets, bucketing...
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one more courtesy of Bear Grylls.. teaming with rain
oh and stair rods of course x
Who told you about the "Inuit Indians" was it Ray Mears or another "inuit indian" cos there ain't many "Inuit's" living in the London borough of Barnet!
In Hull we say "siling down". But we are a bit odd.
Ironmonger, You mean Robert Dyas!
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-18461189
Someone at the BBC must have seen your blog and thought "Good idea we must copy that."
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