You know how I said that it was raining cats and dogs…
And I was using the Boss’ dinghy to escape the flood…
And how I was reading all the important things one must remember when one has to row a dinghy…?
Well, there’s been a change of plans.
This is what I call a change of plans.
It’s moments like these one must thanked the heavens for the invention of the axe, and big, strong, younger brothers who knew how to use them.
That’s not to say I’m not a big, strong gal who doesn’t knows how to use an axe.
Because I do.
But I was a little busy hiding under the umbrella, squealing as it rained cats and dogs.
And then I was a bit too busy getting berries thrown at me and squealing some more.
So I guess what I’m trying to say is…
I wasn’t standing next to a fallen tree, swinging an axe…
Getting soaking to the skin in rain and persperation…
….because I was very busy figuring out how I’d row my dinghy to the letterbox.
With a great big tree in the way.
xx The Girl in Trousers.