Rain

At the moment, I’m looking out the study window and the sun is bathing the back garden in early evening rays and the sky is blue with a few fluffy clouds. It hasn’t been like that all day, however. Since 8 this morning, 3mm of rain has fallen in the garden. There’s been lots of intermittent showers. The sort that waits for me to go outside before pouring down. I feel like Rob McKenna from Hitch-hikers!

I talked to mum and dad on the phone and it started, lightly. Tiny drops barely wetting the ground. And then it stopped. After talking for about an hour I readied myself and set out to Farnham for the shopping. Fortunately I wore my raincoat. Halfway along the path, it fell. Sheets of light rain streaming in at an angle. By the time I arrived at Castle Street I was nice and wet…and it stopped.

I had my Starbucks and popped into Waitrose as the sun shone from between bruised clouds. I then wandered down to Smith’s so I could buy a wedding acceptance for Stevie & Lara’s wedding. Shopping done and decidedly non-waterproof bag full, I started back for home.

As I reached the park the rain started again. Needless to say my raincoat had dried out. My shopping bag quickly soaked up enough water to double its weight as I walked, stopping under occasional trees that served as leaky umbrellas and brief respites from the drenching.

As I reached the top of our street, the rain stopped and the sun burst out. As usual, the poodles had been standing outside and were subsequently as wet as my shopping. Fortunately yesterdays haircuts meant they dried in about 10 minutes.

I then sat and worked on a report for Mirinda and some stuff for my dissertation. The weather seemed unsettled but the rain held off. At 2pm I took the poodles to the vet. Halfway along the alley the rain started again. And I was wet again.

After the vet I took them for a run in the park just in time for the skies to clear and for the sun to beam down as if it had never been gone. And the afternoon continued like this, the rain not returning. I’m sure the garden enjoyed it. I know I didn’t.

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There shall be no Nicktor night this week as he has suddenly developed gout! Poor sod. I have given him the advice that I am more than qualified to give and he is presently lying, prostrate on his lounge, foot up and unfettered as he drinks gallons of water. Bet he’s driving Dawn insane.