‘Sir,’ read a letter in the Daily Telegraph last week. ‘Is this the wettest drought since records began?’
High five, David Stevens of Poole, Dorset. I couldn’t have put it better myself. Drought? A lack of water? The sodding stuff is falling from the sky. All day, every day. Drought? Are you sodding kidding me?
OK, no more sodding I shall try to restrain myself.
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