This morning, sun and rain have waged war in the skies over Falmouth; One minute, warm and clear, the next, rain of amazing intensity. And wetness. All the aftermath of mega storm, St. Jude.
Sadly, I urgently needed to go to the Post Office. An unpopular destination at the best of times. Even worse in the rain. Only the promise of hot chocolate and cake dented the apathetic response of my family, to my desperate pleas of “Can we go, please?”.
Finally. Good to go. All in the car and off to town.
Quick stop at Swanpool, to run on the beach, followed by first soaking of the day as we traipsed back to the car, ducking and diving to miss the raindrops.
Town at last. Parked the car and started the trek to the Post Office. More drenchings. Yuk!
Family now grumpy and querulous, but mission accomplished at Post Office. Five minutes later, another diversion into Marks and Spencers to get out of the rain.
I unwisely left husband and child together for two minutes…but this is more than enough time for mischief. Wild laughter from the Offspring and a desire to get out of the shop, left me wondering what on earth they’d been up to….and then I saw it…Hats had been put on all the models near the shop window, including one poor mannequin who’d had a beret pulled down over her entire head. Oh!
Sorry M & S.
Good humour restored. Time for a hasty exit.
Ha, ha, ha.