Another year has begun and the thing that troubles me the most is that I still don't know the identity of this site's most prolific blog poster problemwalrus.
He (or indeed she) is elusive, this damned walrus. I thought I had him sussed with all the cryptic comments about Manchester Utd but it seems I was barking up the wrong tree as usual. I think we have to assume he's a man as he regularly refers to his wife but who knows in this day and age.
Anyway, I'm bored with all this rain. What happened to good old Jack Frost? He hasn't nipped at my nose once yet this winter. And yes, I know we should be thankful as huge swathes of Australia (and I'm sure many other parts of the world) are in serious drought but this yard is properly underwater now and I'm losing my sense of humour.
I can't remember the last time I stepped out the front door and wasn't forced to don wellies. Don't get me wrong, I love wellies, and I'd much rather wear them than what my sister calls 'lady shoes' any day of the week but oh, to wear flipflops again.
I suppose that's enough grumbling. God, I'm in a bad mood. I'm beginning to sound like David Ashforth only not as funny.