How often does that happen? You mow the lawn, and no sooner have you completed the last stripe than it begins to rain. Lucky eh? Kylie Minogue should record a song about that. I've made a new resolution too: to always open both garage doors before driving the car out. I know. Call me over-cautious, timid even, but it does make it easier to get the car out unscathed. I was lucky this time (Kylie?) and just touched the closed half of the door before realising my mistake. I'm still wincing from turning the steering wheel slightly as I drove out a few months ago, leaving the right wing stuck on the door jamb. Luckily (?) there's a very masculine mechanic called Carol across the lane who put it right for me with a bit of muscle and a tin of spray paint.
A team of young people trudged by a while ago. They were carrying heavy rucksacks, bedding rolls and water bottles, sweatshirts and high visibility waistcoats tied to their load. They really looked exhausted, but I thought it was wonderful that they preferred doing that - DofEA or something - instead of sitting around with electronic gadgets. I considered inviting them all in to cool off with a nice cold bottle of coke each but a) I didn't have any coke and b) there were about 20 of them so I didn't even have enough juice.
Occasionally I hear voices and look up immediately so unusual is this. It's generally cyclists, but just now a group of jolly silver hikers marched briskly by and they all hailed me with great gusto and merriment. "Good for you!" I wanted to call, but the last time I did that, congratulating an old cyclist as my young daughters and I sailed past up a hill on our bikes, he caught up with us, and only then did I notice his serious-looking bike and green tweed Alpine cycling suit complete with plus fours and covered in badges. He berated me for patronising him, and I shrank a little with embarrassment. I'm not making that mistake again, kindly meant though it was.
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