Beaucoup de l’eau
– il pluie et pluie et pluie.
Okay, so I
neither speak nor write much in French that would make any sense to a
Frenchman. I suspect there should be a fait in there somewhere. But I think I could gesticulate at the sky, pull a hood over my
head, empty the puddles out of my shoes, shake the drips out of my hair and
make him understand.
It rains ... and it rains
.
Mother Nature must
have a sense of humour. It was only a few months ago that we were rushing to
the garden centre and buying the last remaining, and because they were the last
remaining, rather expensive, water butts to connect to the drain pipes around
the house. Before a drought was officially declared and the water companies
imposed hose pipe bans. Less than a month later and parts of England were
flooded.
Now we come on
holiday and ... there is spray so thick on the roads that the car ahead
disappears into a foggy haze; windscreen wipers set on max; sunglasses ... !!!
... cowering in the glove compartment, and children making comments like “When
can we go home?” and “What can we do
in the rain?” – Littlest has already agreed that she gets so wet in the
swimming pool anyway that swimming in the rain could be fun.
Bastille day
tomorrow – note to self – avoid travelling at the start of a French holiday
weekend in future. And avoid rain if possible.
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