We
just had a down poor of six inches in 15 minutes, and now the sky is
dancing to Metalica's Nothing else matters, played by Apocalipta!
I have just finished about ten loads of washing as I decided on the one day that the children are at Child care to wash EVERYTHING! (Plus it was about 36 degrees and about 90% humidity) So in went all the bedding, the bathroom linnen, the kitchen linnen, the toilet and laundry linnen, ALL the curtains, and ALL the mats!
We had just gotten home with the children when the first drops started to fall, so I left everything with Michael and RAN to the clothes line, where the two biggest, thickest curtains were NEARLY dry, plus a bed spread and a toy. These inside we opened the hot house up to what was now a lovely cool breeze, and I got tea on while Michael got the children through the bath.
Just as I had put the corn on it started to rain cats and dogs, hammering the house from one side, and I drop everything (again!) and positivelt SPRINT to the girls room and shut the windows with a bang, as the rain is coming straight in!
We have just finished our tea, (oven cooked chippies, lamb bits in a rough batter of plain flour, mixed herbs and salt, and sweet corn on the cob), and I have opened the windows again as the rain has abaited.
We are all now hovering around the back door watching the lightning lick across the sky, and listen to the thunders insistent rumble.
Ever since I saw Haunted Honeymoon when I was young I've been nervous of lightning, though I do not mind thunder (But ya can't have one without the - o-other!), and while I have no fear of balloons myself I have had children visit Sunday School who have, and I don't call people on the phone because when I was young it was severely discouraged by my parents, and I've never really broken through that.
I have a sever distaste for small houses, and the house we are living in was tiny when we first got it (its now renovated, but I had to wait four years for that to happen!) Why I'm telling you this is because, well, I had five people and five animals living in a tiny two bedroom house there for a while, but instead of dwelling in the claustrophobia that threatened to overwhelm me, I made the huge back yard like another room, and put most of the children's toys out there, and the dining table and some chairs . . .
It did give us a breif break from the humidity, but it only went down to 18 degrees last night, and when I went on my walk this morning I was wet with it again.
I have just finished about ten loads of washing as I decided on the one day that the children are at Child care to wash EVERYTHING! (Plus it was about 36 degrees and about 90% humidity) So in went all the bedding, the bathroom linnen, the kitchen linnen, the toilet and laundry linnen, ALL the curtains, and ALL the mats!
We had just gotten home with the children when the first drops started to fall, so I left everything with Michael and RAN to the clothes line, where the two biggest, thickest curtains were NEARLY dry, plus a bed spread and a toy. These inside we opened the hot house up to what was now a lovely cool breeze, and I got tea on while Michael got the children through the bath.
Just as I had put the corn on it started to rain cats and dogs, hammering the house from one side, and I drop everything (again!) and positivelt SPRINT to the girls room and shut the windows with a bang, as the rain is coming straight in!
We have just finished our tea, (oven cooked chippies, lamb bits in a rough batter of plain flour, mixed herbs and salt, and sweet corn on the cob), and I have opened the windows again as the rain has abaited.
We are all now hovering around the back door watching the lightning lick across the sky, and listen to the thunders insistent rumble.
Ever since I saw Haunted Honeymoon when I was young I've been nervous of lightning, though I do not mind thunder (But ya can't have one without the - o-other!), and while I have no fear of balloons myself I have had children visit Sunday School who have, and I don't call people on the phone because when I was young it was severely discouraged by my parents, and I've never really broken through that.
I have a sever distaste for small houses, and the house we are living in was tiny when we first got it (its now renovated, but I had to wait four years for that to happen!) Why I'm telling you this is because, well, I had five people and five animals living in a tiny two bedroom house there for a while, but instead of dwelling in the claustrophobia that threatened to overwhelm me, I made the huge back yard like another room, and put most of the children's toys out there, and the dining table and some chairs . . .
It did give us a breif break from the humidity, but it only went down to 18 degrees last night, and when I went on my walk this morning I was wet with it again.
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