And the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down…

Grey skies, ridiculous amounts of precipitation, flooding all round, with only the briefest of brief spells of sunshine and blue sky, before the cycle starts again. I’m having to wear trousers cropped to the ankle – not the most flattering form of dressing for someone with my body shape – but I can’t bear the flappy, soggy bottoms on my “proper” length trousers.

However, there have been some highlights…

A parcel of gorgeous things arrived from Zazzy. I exclaimed with delight to find a hand-painted small mug and plate depicting Peter Rabbit (of Beatrix Potter fame). I was simply thrilled to bits to discover that Zazzy’s mother was the artist (and had signed them), as was my daughter at the weekend when I passed them on to her, let alone my granddaughter who is enormously excited for them to become “hers” in due course. The little bunny toy included has already been added to her bunny family, but the lovely annotated little book of the Tale of Peter Rabbit is staying with me, for now.

Obviously, time spent with my grandbugs is always simply lovely. My grandson is currently cute and funny when he pretends to be cross, as he can’t help but look at you out of the side of his eye, only to giggle when he realises he’s been caught 😉

During the week, I read an entertaining post on Facebook where a rather amusing chap mentioned a colleague with form for malapropism, who sought to reassure him that his mother’s hip replacement operation should be a quick and smooth operation with these words: “it’s just a quick incision, then the surgeon wanks out the old hip and wanks in a new one…” 🙂 That was my morning chuckle, which rapidly degenerated into a snort on reading a comment sharing a mother’s recent brag about her son: “Pete’s got a new vulva” only for the listeners to debate (once she’d gone) if she meant he had a new car, or she was announcing his transition 😉

My post-op check up shows that my cataract replacement was successful, and I’m cleared for the second one. With luck – although still dependant upon the success of the second eye – I will not need to wear glasses/lenses for distance.

The less good bit…

The journey back from the grandbug visit in London generally takes around 2 hours – give or take – but this Saturday broke all previous records at 4.5. The local river crossing (which is a bad bottleneck anyway) was shut – without prior warning or announcement – so all traffic was diverted to another crossing. Every road in the area simply ground to a halt, and it took us 2 hours to complete that short part of the journey. Himself’s sat nav then directed us through what turned out to be a massive housing estate with more traffic calming devices than you could shake a stick at, no street lights, no marking on said calming devices, and cars solidly parked down both sides of the road. After one particularly vicious hump which I couldn’t see till I hit it, I got a puncture… Remarkably, the breakdown service was with us in 10 minutes, so the puncture only cost us 30 minutes – except we had to do the journey home on one of those speed limited tyres. As if that wasn’t bad enough, when we got to the final stretch, heavy fog set in… so having thought we’d crawled before, this time we actually did… all the way home.

It’s a long time since I’ve been that tired. So tired, indeed, that I slept through the rugby. Not that my national side was doing much to keep me engaged… which was another less than good bit.

Oh… and now it’s not just rainy, but also jolly cold.

Do you have any good bits, funny bits, or bits to vent about from your world this week?

© Debs Carey, 2024