All puffed-up with myself, I posted a couple of weeks ago about all the things I was going to do and how I’d blog about it all.
Yeah. Well, I didn’t do any of it. What are you gonna do?
If 2020 has been a bit of a wobbly ride for most people, I’ve added another layer of discomfort of my own with a load of upheaval in the land of Bundance. If nothing else, it’s been educational.
For one thing, I’ve learned that I have the same attitude to emotional tides as I do to weather: I can’t imagine the need for wellington boots when the sun shines. It doesn’t matter how many times I get caught in a downpour, I’m still indignant in my surprise. This year I am repeatedly finding myself clinging onto a lamppost while a hurricane tries to blast me down the street like a discarded crisp packet. On the upside, I’m still hanging on while the trampolines and gazebos tumble past.
What, I hear you ask, are you on about? And, what, you add, have you been up to, apart from clinging on to metaphorical street furniture?
One way or another, it’s been a bit damp…
There was the day we went for a mosey around the top of the lake.
Then there was the day Boy Three and I went for an adventure paddle…
It was great fun and I’m delighted to report I only got into the water once and that was on purpose.