The rain hammered down at one point during the evening. It was loud and lasted a long time. Despite our reputation for rain in the UK it’s often delivered as a drizzle, or, at worst, a prolonged and moderate fall. The short, sharp and noisy storm is something to be savoured, as long as you have a sound roof and a house on a hill. We seems to have survived in a water-tight and unflooded condition, so that is good.
At one time I would spring from my bed looking forward to the new day. These days I tend to lurk under the covers and worry about the new crop of problems that are likely to emerge. I don’t know if it’s experience, or simply that you become more fearful as you age. I remember telling my Mum and Dad that many of their fears weren’t likely to come true, but it didn’t make them go away. I’m now starting to worry about things similar to the ones they worried about. I listen to myself sometimes and hear echoes of their voices.
I also remember how they gradually aged between visits and wonder how the kids see me.
However, it’s Saturday morning, and that’s not a time for introspection. I just6 had my baked eggs (with tomatoes and cheese) and I need to make sandwiches before heading off for a day of fun with eBay and the random customers that chance sends our way. But first, of course, there will be the hassle about parking. On Saturday everybody seems to think that our parking spaces belong to them. We try not to be too negative, and don’t put up notices about private property or (like one shop in the row) clamping, but it is annoying. Working at the opticians? Going for bread in the shops 200 yards away? Need extra parking because you have too many cars for your drive? All these, and many more, are, it seems reasons why people take our spaces. The best one wa “I pay my taxes”. So do we. Paying our taxes does not, however, entitle us to park in the drive of the truculent woman who thinks it entitles her to use our parking spots.
Ah well, time for sandwich making.
1921 Pennies
The time does pass by quickly and leave its marks on the riverbanks of our lives. I am sorry about the parking situation, and it sounds like people are double parking others in, too! You should not have to put up with that.
Too many cars. It’s a common problem these days. 🙁
Truculent women should be avoided at all costs! Perhaps one should develop truculence as a means to get ones way?
I think people do. Meanwhile, as a counter to truculence I am cultivating the persona of amiable old buffer – totally out of character, but useful in some circumstances. 🙂
Hehe!
🙂
Truculent is an excellent word. I must find an occasion to use it.
This will be a boost for an excellent and under-used word.
I shall have to check the pronunciation. I would say trookulent. Is that right?
I’ve always pronounced it as truck – ulent. I’m not sure if I’ve ever actually said it though, or heard it said. I have a long history of hearing words for the first time and finding I have been mentally mispronouncing them for years.
I will try both and see which I like best.
It is god to establish these things by experiment.
We had that heavy rain here too – I don’t know how I still have roses in the garden after that downpour! Hope the sandwiches were nice 🙂
Yes, they turned out well thanks.
Out of interest, how do people know that your parking is private? Eg is there some kind of drive that looks like it is part of private property?
Anyway, I’ve just been having a rant to one of my friends over the phone about car drivers, so I won’t say anything else 🤫
Signs in the shops telling people the parking is for staff and customers, and in one case threatening to have people towed. We also tell people when we see them, and when they come in to ask us to let them out f spaces. Part f the problem is that staff from the optician and the beauty shop park in front of us too, and they definitely know.
Sounds quite complicated!
twenty years ago there was plenty of nearby street parking but things are more crowded now (more cars) and I can’t walk as far. Progress and old age . . .
Oh, the days when there was such a thing as one-street parking!
Those were the days…
Curse those drivers who park in the shop spaces! Hope you made some really good sandwiches to give you comfort.
Yes, my sandwiches were the classics – cheese and tomato and cheese and pickle. Hard to beat. And we had plenty of space today. 🙂
Yes, hard to beat is right. Yum! Glad there was plenty of space.
Sometimes things just go right . . .
I like your rainy paragraph. The parking would really annoy me.