[bemused] Kai has created a little den for himself - behind my sofa under the lowest tier of the bookshelves against the 'hall' wall...
Behind the sofa at the back there...
He
must have got this from his dad, the very thought of trying to squeeze into that sort of tiny space is enough to give me the heebie-jeebies. (And yes, I hated small enclosed spaces even as a child, always felt they were trying to gobble me up and swallow me.)
I'm saying nowt. Not pushing my phobias onto Kai. He knows I don't like small spaces/being underground and accepts it, as I've explained it to him as just me, one of my dislikes, and it's not a problem.
<rant> We need rain, I know it. We need a
lot of sustained rain to fill our reservoirs. So when it does rain I'm happy, even if it does mean I squelch home with sopping jean bottoms and sodden trainers.
HOWever...
It was dry when I left to collect Kai from school. So was the ground. It started raining as we were going down the lane to Sainsbugs. And when I say rain, I mean as in torrential. We were in the supermarket for maybe twenty minutes, and when we came out the roads had turned into streams, and we were jumping from slightly raised dry bit to small hillock just to get out of the
carpark. (I wasn't wearing a coat, it's still too warm for me, though I confess I'm out of T-shirts now and into a threadbare sweatshirt that isn't too hot, and my brolly is a joke, though it does at least keep most of my hair dry.) The drains simply can't cope with that volume of rain...
We reached the pedestrian crossing at the bottom of Sandy Park Rd... Now, when it
really rains this small but vital bit of road becomes a miniature lake, more than ankle deep, necessitating some truly athletic jumps around the safety railing and across the road to keep your feet dry.
I'm going to assume everyone reading this has seen the effect of vehicle tyres driving through a small body of water. You know, if you go nice and slowly you make a small ripple that harms nobody. Go a bit faster and you make waves. Go faster still and you send up a thigh-high sheet of water that soaks everyone in its path...
Yes, I
am addressing you three selfish bastards who actually
speeded up to drive through the mini-lake at the bottom of Sandy Park Rd, completely soaking me, Kai and the two schoolgirls standing waiting for the lights to change (bear in mind, kind reader of the non-selfish-bastard variety, that once you've crossed half way you're stuck on a small island, perhaps four foot wide at best, and unable to move anywhere
until the lights change.) And yes, I saw you turning your faces away, trying to pretend it wasn't you...
When you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, in a vicious storm, late at night with two flat tyres, a non-functioning mobile phone and a two mile walk to the nearest habitation, you'll only have yourselves to blame.
They were the usual 'one person in a car' morons, too, adding to the city pollution and wasting the planet's resource... Pissed off? Oh yes. These cretins and others like them are a good part of the reason why I don't like drivers.
Especially Briz drivers.</rant - but don't even
think this is going away...>
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Joules *Dances with Haddock* Taylor
pontificated this at 11:13 pm
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