I don't care what the weatherman says

Me and Harvey are starting to wonder if we're like the boy who sings that song.

Husband was supposed to be on holiday this week but went back to work yesterday as the weathermen promised horrendous rainstorms. It was dry all day. Until 3.45 pm just as Harvey and I were setting out on our walk.

The same thing happened on Sunday. Dry until we were mid-walkies. I said to Harvs, 'Why does it always rain on us? Is it because one of us lied when we were seventeen?'
'I didn't,' Harvey said.
'Well, I certainly I didn't!'
'Anyway I'm only 13 and three-quarters so it can't have been me.'
'That's dog years. You are approximately ... 96 and one quarter in human years.'
He just looked at me. Then peed on a bush.

On our walk the other day we - being husband and self not Harvey and self - discussed sense of humour. I had mentioned to brother-in-law that God made me with a sense of humour (thus proving, if you needed proof beyond a warthog and my nose, that He enjoys a good laugh); b-i-l, who doesn't believe in God, said his sense of humour had evolved.

Now that seems to me to be a massive leap. More even than physical evolution. While I may anthropomorphise Harvey (he's asleep so I can say that) (but only just), I do know that he's just a dog. Really. And that when it comes to appreciating, say, Fawlty Towers, well, he wouldn't.

Especially that bit where Basil's car breaks down and after threatening it, he gets a branch and starts beating it. Oh, I can relate to that. But I'm getting distracted - or that infamous bit in Only Fools and Horses - do I need to say more? Where Del goes to lean on the bar and - I'm chuckling as I write.

But you see, Harvey doesn't appreciate that. Would an ape? I wonder if research has been done; it must have been.

And that is physical humour - although Basil and the car lapses into psychological laughs - that doesn't rely on verbal dexterity. Another realm.

Although how anyone can look around this incredible world of ours and not believe that evolution had a guiding hand amazes me.

Still sunny outside. Perhaps Harvs and me had better walk sooner rather than later.

I just remembered: I was sitting in Betty the other day when I saw a car with a dog in the back. The dog had huge ears. i said to myself, 'Why does that dog have big ears? Because Noddy wouldn't pay the ransom.' Then I started laughing hysterically. It's good when you can tell yourself old jokes and amuse yourself. Although best if you don't do it in public car parks.

One of the good things about ageing is knowing a song for every situation.
"I don't care what the weatherman says.
If the weatherman says it's raining,
you won't here me complaining.
blah blah blah blah."