‘You Look So Daft’

Thus spake my beloved husband yesterday,

when I completed my latest challenge.

Writing yesterday’s 101/1001 post coincided with a month’s worth of rain coming down in 24 hours (sadly, no hyperbole there).  It seemed like the perfect opportunity to complete Challenge No. 20: Dance in the rain.

I put on Mango Groove’s Hometalk – the best dance track, ever; I’m having it at my funeral – ordered the Hub to pick up his camera, and stepped out into our sodden garden.

Here is the result (excuse the blurry pics – I was moving and it was raining):

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If you hit the arrow quickly, you can see me dance.

I danced barefoot in the rain for 4.14 minutes.  It was liberating to do something and not give a damn about what anyone else thought of me.  Some of the neighbours must have noticed, given our low fences and shared walls.  I don’t care.  I had a blast.

There was just one problem: it was Peter Kay’s fine rain, and I wasn’t drenched.

Next time I dance in the rain, there had better be a hurricane or the Hub’s going to cop it.

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Joke 471

From Will & Guy.

“Mr Edwards, I have reviewed your petition very carefully,” the divorce court Judge said, “and I’ve decided to give your wife £600 a week.”

“That seems fair, your honour,” Mr Edwards replied.  “And every now and then I’ll try to send her a few quid myself.”