RAIN, SUN, RAIN, BLAZING SUN, TORRENTIAL RAIN, SUN…

In SA the weather usually settles down to a day or a few days of rain or sunlight, and it doesn’t do much mixing and matching. Yesterday here in the S of E was quite bewildering.   What seemed only minutes after cloudless blue skies came absolute Monsoon-like downpours, and a short while thereafter the sun would be smiling serenely again.

   We went to Hillier Gardens to meet up with some cousins of Much Better Half, one of whom had motored from near Brighton to see us, and the other from near London.   Sunny smiles were exchanged and a storm was chatted up, which all went very well with the weather.
   I am getting to enjoy driving the little 4X4 very much, and the seating position is nice and high for sightseeing.
   This morning we set out for the local Car Boot Sale again. It is amazing how often one can buy targeted things. I wanted safety goggles for the brush cutter – 50p got me a brand new pair. We resisted buying a new suitcase in SA although I was very tempted by one for R700.   A case almost identical, and in as-new condition, cost a whole £5. I probably could have got it for less, but at that price I didn’t have the heart to bargain.
   MBH had a feeling she was going to find a Rosebud baby doll. She was wrong. Instead she found a matching pair, blonde and brunette. They set her back £2.50.
   Daughter came across a general purpose saddle in mint condition as an absolute bargain and got it for me to use – I do like the ones with knee pads.
I did a bit of brush cutting of nettles, and went for a short bicycle ride. Now it is time I ventured out again while it is still sunny. One never knows, around here!
   Later – I removed many more nettles, wandered around looking at the horses with a black cat riding on my shoulders purring up another storm – which fortunately didn’t happen – and then we had an animated political argument over supper. Based on just how bad the Apartheid era was compared to the current one, and how culpable those involved in it were.  Idealism versus pragmatism, one might say …  No actual blood was shed.

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