BG> I also have it on very good authority that Rod is incredibly lazy,
BG> so much so that instead of going outside to see if it's raining,
BG> he calls in the dog to see if it's wet.

RS> Lies, all my dogs have always lived in the house. So that wont work.

BG> Why not send him out for the paper then, and see if he's wet when
BG> he returns?

RS> That wont work either, the papers in the country get delivered
RS> at lunch time. It would generally be handy to know before that.

BG> You mean they deliver the Griffith edition of the SMH at lunchtime? 

Yep, tho we dont actually rate our own personal edition.

BG> When does the afternoon paper come then?  At midnight?

Dunno, probably comes in on the same truck. Dunno tho.

BG> I knew country people were a bit more laid back, but that's verging
BG> on the ridiculous.

Yeah, its one thing that doesnt appeal to me much, much prefer to read
the paper over breakfast. Havent bothered with an evening paper for
decades tho tho I did in Melb.

RS> The answer is to live a house with a flat roof. Cant miss it when
RS> it rains.

BG> Unless, of course, you're deaf.  |-)

RS> Well, then you have some fancy electronic device which picks up the
RS> noise of the rain and flashes fucking great lights or something.

BG> Or marry someone like Lyn.  Whenever she yells out "can you get the
BG> clothes off the line?", I know it's raining.  Lights would be cheaper.

True, and you can always turn it off when you dont wish to know.

RS> Use your imagination boy.

BG> I don't have an imagination boy.  I prefer to think for myself.

A likely story.

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