
My friends and I set out late this evening for our weekly walk. We’ve been walking up my steep hill every week for a few weeks, but tonight it was not to be. We’d got about 20 yards when splat! Big drops of rain. Lots of big drops. At least there was no thunder, no lightening. Just rain!
So… We could see bright pink clouds over the brow of the hill so we decided to drive in seperate cars over the hill to the local viewpoint. I was hoping to se a lovely sunset, but no, by the time we stopped the rain was falling fiercely there as well.
Plan C, we went into a local bar for a cool drink. By this time one of my friends had found a plastic bag to put over her head.
As we entered we had our temperature checked. I was still wearing a mask and because the bar was quiet felt reasonably happy removing it.
But it’s baby steps. I’m nervous of mingling with people I don’t know. It’s not something I will do without some trepidation.
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argh! Just got soaked. I’d rested my cup of coffee on my easle paintbrush tray, a fresh, full cup of decaff (don’t ask). But it tipped up, fell off landed on my foot, bounced, splashed…. My legs were soaked, the throw on the chair is soaked, my jumper, even my face was splashed! Everything is in the washer now! Coffee, even without sugar, seems to be sticky. Yuk.