NO, its not the fact that we all suffer from cabin fever after the third consecutive day and thirty-third consecutive replay of Toy Story.
NO, its not that we don’t enjoy working through the box of 101 Rainy Day Activities.
NO, its not the uncertainty of not knowing WHEN its going to end, and
NO, its not the confusion caused when they say the U9 match will still go ahead unless its really bad (I still can never judgebetween downpour, lashing and softish), so I always cancel on the side of caution, and then find out we were the only ones who didn’t attend.
NO, its not having 106 wet garments drying by the fireside and
Neither is is having a laundry basket bursting at the hinges with dirty washing.
The WORST thing about the rain, is the cunning way it disguises really dangerous potholes into looking likeinnocent puddles!
OK – the pothole I hit was not half as big as this – (ha ha) – but it certainly felt like it!
We hit about 12 bad potholes on a journey today which just couldn’t be seen due to water on the road – I was positive each time that we would wobble to the side of the road with an instant puncture.I have never crossed fingers and prayed so much to see my own driveway – at least from there it would not be such a long walk in the rain with a lot of soggy, tired children.I don’t even know if I own a spare tyre, let alone having to figure out how to change it in relentless rain. My homework this weekend is to Google “Fixing a puncture for dummies, a pictorial guide” and on Monday, buying a spare wheel!