Okay, folks, you are listening to the latest chapter of life on planet Porky,

with myself the portmister, that's Mike Perry, of course,

and the rock chip writer extraordinaire, Ms. Lesiane Jones.

Leslie Ann, how are you, this very fine day?

Warming up a bit, Michael, thank you. It's been a bit cold the last couple of days, hasn't it?

Well, yesterday was a miserable day. I can take it if it's a bit cold, but there's bright

sunshine overhead because it lifts everybody's heart, you know, and I love a powder blue sky

and the odd fluffy cloud. But yesterday was so grim.

I mean, I'm not an advocate of heat and hot weather and heat waves and all that.

I like temperate sort of climate.

But a miserable day with rain in the air and grey, cloudy,

just depresses everybody.

That's what it was like yesterday.

I have business to attend to

today, which will mean gathering outside with people. So I'm rather glad that it's much brighter

and breezier. Yeah, it was wet, wasn't it? And we had where I live, there was a horrible accident in the

village, more or less right outside our place. And I had my head hanging out the window.

I was giving my daughter running commentary. I said, rolling news here, you know, you should be

grateful for this. I'm your eyes so that you don't have to stand here. But somebody seemed to have

been run down by a truck. I got really, really cross because, you know, a double-decker bus does not

stop in the middle of the street for no reason. So behind the double-decker bus, a trail of cars,

obviously loads of people with places to go and, you know, appointments to get to, blah, blah, blah,

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