Last night I was in Boots with my middlie when she randomnly asked me if she could join a football team. What? My pink-loving, ballet-dancing follower of all things twee who just got a B for her Grade two ballet exam wants to play football! Next she’ll be asking to join her brother’s rugby squad. Luckily I managed to defer my answer because just at that moment there came from above an almighty noise which rose louder and louder till it became quite deafening and I thought to myself . . . oh, that must be Armageddon.
It was just the rain. The Boots store that we were browsing through has a roof that is built out of tin cans I think hence the clattering sounds of the great big raindrops.
Then last night, the noise of the gale force winds kept me awake. I fretted because we live in a three storey house and my daughters sleep on the top floor. I couldn’t get the images out of my head of the roof blowing right off and taking my two girls with it. I was close to waking them up and putting them in my bed, I can tell you. Well my house is only two years old and has never been tested against such high winds. When I eventually got to sleep I dreamt that I was on the car park outside Boots and the wind blew all my clothes off. Eek!
My mind is a balloon.
Well I was ill last night. Had quite a fever.