Friday Day 38

An early start for no reason. The sun was beaming through the window, pleading with us to get up and do something. I'd sometimes like to be an idle git, just to see how they get their day in. Anyway, I'd really have to try to finish the NZ section, because there will not be any means of doing it at our next port of call. Wye River, a place that I will be ranting about doubtlessly in the next section, but more of that anon.

Thunderstorms were forecast for today and they will arrive. Another thing they do well over here is forecast the weather. They have it off pat and they have to. No two days are the same, and the weather can fluctuate more than a wife's moods. This would be a day when the farthest we would travel is the local supermarket, to stock up with whatever else we'd need for our week away. In fact the girls would be doing that as I finish the blog off.

After all is said and done, obviously the NZ leg of the trip got blogged.
At home in the UK.
Time is an old adversary and slowly and quietly removes minutes and hours from your life when you get distracted.

My distraction started with a blinding flash of lightning, followed immediately by a sound like a jumbo jet crashing through the ceiling. Not that I've ever heard nor would like to hear it.

Torrential rain followed. Back home we do rain. It's what makes Ireland green. Sometimes it even rains heavy. There is misty rain, light rain, heavy rain, and this kind of rain. It looked like someone was on the roof with a fire hose.

The skies had opened, lightning strobed all around us, and the noise was almost scary. There is a storm drain beside Nicolas house. Within fifteen minutes of the storm starting a two inch trickle had turned into a five foot torrent sweeping up everything in its path. Good job Mc Givern wasn't in there for a paddle I thought.

Nicola and Margaret weren't holding back though. Oh no. They were out the back under the veranda, and their only worry was keeping the cigarettes dry. "Get the Video" Nicola called out over the din. I put the video on and busy recording the downpour outside when she started shrieking. The torrent of water on the flat roof had created a shortcut down. Gravity you see. Dining room we saw. It was pouring through the roof, and running out of the light fitting. My blog and other relevant items were on the dining table and some were soaked. All hands to the decks, and we managed to get the place dried up. Meanwhile Nicola had phoned the letting people and Trevor. There would be someone round tomorrow to sort the roof out. Trevor arrived home to a spotless floor and a bemused smile. A smile that asked, Who is the drama queen?

We were to have a barby tonight, but Nicola got Trevor to put it on hold in case they didn't have anything to sit on.

Nicola had bought some sirloins earlier in the day and decided to BBQ them. This was a serious encroachment into the mascline domain of Trevor. They were cooked to perfection and all was ready for Trevors homecoming. Such a dutiful little housewife. Glad to see it runs in the family. No, I didn't say who's family!

All in all a fairly interesting day. We decided to have an earlyish night and Trevor did that odd thing that Ozzies do. Went for a beer.