Nine teenagers slept at my house on Friday night. One on one couch; two on another couch (had to be seen to be believed); one in Tory Boy’s room and six (including the owner) in Spud’s room. Next morning (near-catatonic), I accidentally implied one of Spud’s friends had bad breath (which he didn’t).
Saturday night, we had the real hurricane we were promised last week. Half of our road’s tarmac came up to reveal pretty cobbles underneath. The street sign was uprooted.
Last night, Molly decided to join the local fox in a pre-dawn barking contest.
Sleep: I remember it well.
NINE! How did you survive it? And the storm too? What a weekend!
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Ten! My information was faulty 😉
And I hid in my bedroom until the worst was passed. I did that for the storm, too 🙂
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It all sounds like too much excitement for me! How does a gale pull up tarmac? Are they going t keep the cobbles?
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I don’t think it did, really; but the previous day the road was fine and the next day it wasn’t, so, extrapolating the information, a strong wind broke my road. 🙂
They won’t keep the cobbles. They covered them all up around here.
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shame – I like cobbles.
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Me too.
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9 teenagers!!?
I shudder at the thought.
I’d rather face the storm.
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Actually, I’ve since been informed that it was ten. It’s easy to see how I might misplace one.
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Oh my…doesn’t your country award some kind of medal for enduring such hardships. 🙂
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If they don’t, they should 🙂
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Here is the weather forecast. There will be flooding by teens, tarmac-stripper gales, and showers of impulses to impute bad breath.
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Good one, Col 🙂
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I bet you are hoping for a few quiet nights now! 🙂
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It sounds like the prefect Halloween movie. A hurricane, wow I never thought of hurricane’s hitting Stockport. I’m of a mind with Viv, will Stockport keep the cobblestones? Are they pretty? I hope that you can locate sleep and get to know it again, it is such a nice thing. 🙂
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There I go again, letting the hyperbole run away with me…it wasn’t an actual hurricane; it just felt like one. Sorry. And no; I’m sure the road will be repaired. All of the streets around here were once cobbled, I believe.
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I say keep the cobblestones and lose the tarmac, feed the teens (bad breath is often caused by an empty stomach), and ask the dog to stop barking…if you do these three things, good luck will follow you all day. Dianne
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I like good luck 😉
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You are one brave woman!
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I’m beginning to think so 🙂
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Two on a sofa was always fun, but maybe not so much when a friend’s mom was around…
Such happy memories!
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😀
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Ten teens at overnighting…. makes me glad I am well past that stage.
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A hurricane of burping, farting and snoring, methinks (but I’m sure you enjoyed every moment :-D)
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Weeeelll, I suppose so… 🙂
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