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Someone Kicked Over A Big Bucket Up There……..

There are days sometimes when Brass Monkey Weather swaps with  Someone Kicked Over a Big Bucket Up There Weather.

And as I am writing, we are being  lambasted by really pissed off rain. The rain itself wouldn’t be so bad, but it has found a new dancing partner called Wind, code name Gale Force.

No mere umbrella survives this onslaught, the pavements are littered  with skeletons of cloth and metal. I am sad to say that my own umbrella, the one that I had boasted of being able to withstand anything, lost a brief fight tonight and nearly took my eye out in the process. And oh sweet joy, a bus full of passengers witnessed my vain battle to save it. Good thing they couldn’t hear what I was saying as I wasn’t pleading with the elements but  cussing up a storm of red poker hot words. A vicious gust ripped umbrella inside out, taking my breath from my body in a gasp of shock and plaited  the spokes together before my very eyes. It was like the storm was saying ” Yeah, that will teach you for even thinking that you can stand up to ME!” and I could have sworn that the wind laughed with hysterical glee. I gathered up the twisted remains of a brave comrade and dragged its battered carcass home , effing and blinding with disbelief as the tearing rain whipped into, on top of and around me. Made it to my front door and tried to open it but the wind kicked it open , spat me in and slammed goodbye. There is nothing more pitiful than a knackered umbrella, leaning in a corner, promising future glory but unable to deliver. Good thing I’ve got a large wheelie bin.

What happened to the April Showers of years gone by?  Rain drops keep falling on my head….no…more like… Come and get a kicking if you think you’re hard enough…

And the water shortage situation is still on!

Random Thoughts 1

Sometimes a bus ride is like a white knuckle one, you get on prepared for a sedate journey and then all hell breaks loose with you hanging on for dear life, as the driver has just spotted a bit of open road  and decided to ‘ Let Er Rip!’ ….. and then there are times when  the bus is just toddling along, waiting for invisible passengers at every bus stop….

I have never been sweetness and light …….

‘Flogging A Dead Horse’’ never had any effect until I thought of my relationship, I mean how awful it must be to actually flog a dead animal and then it all clicked into place…..

I haven’t had a car for the last 5 years and miss having my own transport but I am more chilled out as I don’t have to deal with mindless drivers by offering sweet words of advice on how to improve their driving skills…

Why is it that at  Shoe Sales, the only shoes available in my size are really ugly, some even look like they have just been blessed with fresh air, a couple look like they escaped from the last century…..

People always ask me how do I manage to keep slim…. 3 children and a diet of Employment, Unemployment and Income Support ( precious little income and sod all support) will do the trick…….

Another scary thing is that I am hearing my mother’s words coming out of my mouth more and more…

“Money can’t buy  you happiness”- I don’t know about that, but I would have a bloody good time trying!

There is nothing like the sweet perfume of a new born baby….

I cannot give thanks unto The Father unless The Mother is mentioned also. There has to be a balance.

At the end of the day…is Dusk

I have gained physic powers on becoming a mother “ Mum, do you know where …?”