Well, what a surprise. It wasn’t raining when I headed up to Waitrose this morning. The sky was actually blue in parts, and I’m fairly certain I saw the sun at one point. Of course, it could have been an optical illusion caused by car headlights shining through water vapour in the air. We’ll probably never know.
This was the view out the back before I left the house.
At Waitrose, I was talking to the woman on the check-out. Obviously, being the UK, we talked about the weather. She said she was glad the rain had stopped for a bit. I said I was glad because it meant my dog could go to the toilet. She looked at me in wide-eyed surprise.
“I have two just the same. A few raindrops and they’re back inside. They hate the rain,” She said.
I commiserated that she had two. I explained that only Freya (of the massive bladder), hates the rain. Emma doesn’t care about the weather. When she needs to go, she just goes. Rain, blizzard, storms, sun, no weather will affect her. They are pretty much the epitome of opposites.
Speaking of Waitrose, I realized a few weeks ago that there’s a back entrance into the car park that would shorten my walk considerably. The gate, however, is always locked. The other end of the alley is open, but access is denied.
I shouldn’t be surprised. If you drive a car to Waitrose, you can easily park just a short walk from the entrance but if, like me, you walk, then the distance is much greater. How is that fair? Particularly when there’s a passage that could be easily used.
It can’t be a security thing because it just leads to the car park, which cannot be locked. It’s clearly just another item on the Lymington Hates Pedestrians list.
Anyway, I guess it means I get more exercise, which is a good thing. Obviously, car drivers don’t need exercise. Well, beyond pressing their feet down and occasionally twisting their neck around to see behind them.
Which brings me neatly to the title of this post.
Out the front of this house, there’s a long, straight road with a long straight, generally free from obstacles, kerb. Apparently, it’s the ideal place for learner drivers to practice their reverse parking. It’s also handy that next door has a van parked outside, which gives the learners something to try to avoid.
There was one having a go the other day, when Mirinda was waiting for her taxi to the station then, another today. It may have been the same learner but, if it was, they forgot everything they learned last time because it was quite painful to watch as I trolleyed home.
Weather wise, by the afternoon, we’d had a bit of rain, a bit of sun then a big old rainbow.
In the meanwhilst, Mirinda had brunch with Scott, in Haslemere. She said she encountered floods on the way back, forcing a few diversions. That shows how much rain there’s been.
