I have discovered the worst thing about being teetotal. This afternoon, in a rare moment of blue sky and sunshine, I heard Dave (next door) start mowing. I looked at the sky then at the grass and figured he was right.
Halfway through, the rain started again. It was just spitting so I kept going, determined to finish before the next deluge. The mower had other ideas as it sputtered and stopped, the petrol having run out.
The drops were getting heavier as I filled the tank back up, carefully sheltering it from the rain. Then, as I restarted, the rain stopped and the sun came back out, heating up the garden and bathing everything in warm sunshine.
It was when I finished and was sitting in the garden, having my usual post-mow moment of satisfaction that I realised I wouldn’t be able to celebrate with a beer. My satisfaction changed to woe. I had a cup of tea instead.
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While I was mowing the lawn, Carmen went a bit vomit-y in the lounge. Clearly she ate something she shouldn’t have while we were in the park. (She does this all the time and it sometimes catches up with her.) Ignoring her discomfort, the worst thing was that I’d just washed all the lounge covers.
Consequently, they had two washes today. Which kind of matches Carmen given she’s had two FSIs in the last two days.
You are doing ok better to go with out then suffer
i don’t think it is worth it. I think you must have sent the rain to us.
love mum