I've said it once and I'll say it again. I love the rain! I love the rain. I really love the rain.
There was a day last week that the Little Lion and I had been cooped up inside - because of the cold. It looked like it was 'going to' rain all day. It was high time I went and bought myself an espresso coffee (a mocha to be exact) so I joyfully set up the pram and rugged up the tot.
I kid you not, as soon as I took the first step away from the door, the rain began. I stopped. I thought for a minute...
Hot, sweet, delicious, amazing coffee OR not?
Um, coffee. That wasn't a hard decision.
Instantly my brain remembered the rain-cover for the pram. Within moments it was over the pram, to a disputing little man whom I encouraged to 'like' the plastic cover by watching the rain drops splatter over it. Coooool. We were off.
I had SO much fun, the air was fresh, the rain wasn't drenching me and my toddler was enjoying the soft rain pitter patter.
We finally got to the cafe, where - on cue - LL was smiling and saying 'Huyyow' to every stranger around to which he was rewarded with a paper bag of about 8 marshmallows. They made me the most amazing mocha. Then I happily walked out the door and back out into the rain.
I went up the road a little further to the flower shop. I love wandering through flower shops.
After a minute or two (when LL got too loud), we set off home.
I was probably out of the house for about 20 minutes in total. Not long enought to get drenched, long enough to feel like I've done some ahem-excercise.
Well, I was going to put a nice photo here of the candles on my table and a cup of tea I had but the bluetooth won't work and the photo I spent butt loads of time on just got wiped (I hit save when I didn't mean to and now it won't 'undo' grr). And now, it's made me really grumpy.
Tomorrow, hopefully, I'll be back to show off a hottie cover, a ninja wheatie and a set of drawers that got a lick of paint.