Day 61 - 09:50am, 2 March 2019
It seemed a good idea at the time. The rain had stopped and Little Miss' friend's house is only two streets away, so we decide to walk it rather than phone home and then have to wait for a lift. I say walk, but as the kids have scooters, I am hobbling along, doubled up behind them trying to keep hold of the three sets of crafts I am balancing on my arms. (Note to self, next time remember to take a tote bag to bring stuff home.) We make it half way there before the heavens open and we are pelted. The water is dripping off my glasses and I cannot raise my eyes to see where we are going. I drop one of the tins/drums but dare not pick it up for fear of dropping the rest. Little Master picks it up for me and we push on. And then, as quickly as it has started, it stops. We arrive a minute or two later, four drowned rats and some very soggy crafts. Little Master makes me smile with how quick he is to say yes to a lift. From the sunshine of this morning to the pouring rain of the evening, mediated by this afternoon's rainbow, the lift for me is not in a car, but its the lift that friendship brings.
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