Gin, Fags and Fashionable Rainwear

It Didn't Dampen My Spirits
God, didn’t it rain hard last night or perhaps you didn’t notice as you sat in front of the tv all nice and cosy? Perhaps you didn’t feel the need to venture out at 8 o’clock at night unlike myself?
I’d treated myself to a couple of gins and as some of you will know, I smoke when I drink and yes, I had run out of ciggs ………………….and reached the end of the gin bottle so feeling daring and desperate I replaced jama bottoms with jeans, donned big coat and shoes (see picture) at which point My Husband decided he’d like some fresh air so he replaced jama bottoms with his jeans and donned his big coat and shoes. Bo the Dog also decided she’d like to stretch her legs too but stupidly, we didn’t bother with her coat and she ain’t got no shoes.

 Can you see me? :)  

                                             
                                                                                                                                   

So off on our adventure into the abyss to reach our final destination of Sainsbury’s we trotted, well limped in my case coz of me gammy leg. Only the end result would determine if it would all be worth it. What could be end result? A happy Pauline so of course it’ll be worth it.

And the rain came tumbling down, wonderful, marvellous. All the boys in the town, followed her all around………..oops sorry went off on one then. Watch it Pauline, mind the puddle,watch out for the cars splashing. And I did! Pat on the back, marching onward and forward in our quest for the important. It was absolutely pouring down but we were brave and carried on regardless, My Husband even smiled or was it a grimace?

Well we finally arrived at our destination, did the deal, had the goods in the bag and headed home. Heads down, concentrating on fighting our way through the elements when suddenly, we were blinded. Blinded by the rain from the huge puddle I’d avoided on our outward trek (someone forgot to remind me, by the way) which splashed into our faces and everywhere else by a fast driving dickhead. It was like you see in a comedy show. I honestly never thought a puddle could have been sent so high and with such gusto, soaking us through to the skin even though we, apart from Bo the Dog, were well covered. It was a tidal wave of water and truly, we very nearly drowned. Poor Bo the Dog was in a state of flux and wet, so very, very wet.

 “YOU FUCKER!”, My Husband screamed. I laughed and laughed and laughed all the way home, particularly because the only dry survivors were safely ensconsed in the placcy bag My Husband had carefully carried in his big strong arms. My Husband, My Hero. :) :)