Monthly Archives: August 2010

Drip,drip,drip

Woken up on Monday morning by my own resident Victor Meldrew giving his unvarnished opinion of the meteorological abilities of the BBC. Monday’s forecast – sun; Monday’s weather – rain. (Sometimes I think it’d be less angst making just hanging a strip of seaweed up outside the back door, and probably as accurate.) We’re not such a boring couple that the weather is our only topic of conversation; still, with Greenbelt and Reading festivals coming up, I’m sure we’re not the only people with an eye to the skies at the moment.

Never mind, I’m prepared for anything. Mr M has (reluctantly) agreed to bring along a jacket and I’m still hoping to persuade him that trousers, not shorts are A Good Idea. Son, who is still recovering from a nasty cold after his epic French camping trip, has actually asked to borrow one of my woolly base layers for Reading. Luckily (for him), I managed to rake out a suitably innocuous black fleecy top. (For one horrible moment I thought he might have to make do with one of my lacy black M & S thermal numbers. I’m sure he’d prefer to catch pneumonia!)

Shock, horror, revelation

Hello, I’m Miffy and…wait for it…I’m harbouring an uncontrollable urge to acquire a wheeled shopper! Is there any hope for me? Pop over to my Greenpatches blog to find out more…if you dare. 😉

Other than that, the summer season is in full swing chez Miffy. Offspring One is sunning herself in Malta. Offspring Two and his mates have just set off* for La Belle France, and Mr M has launched himself back into his training programme. No big events this year, though plans are in the pipeline for a reprise of part of his 2006 TDF shadowing for 2011. And talking of pipes, the Miffy internal plumbing is again under investigation, though indications point to nothing serious; hopefully, it’s due to time of life. (Which might account for my weird urges above!). Could make for an interesting time at Greenbelt, though. I’ll need to steer clear of all those lovely, exotic food stalls. (Bah!)

* Armed with a pile of cheese and egg and watercress sandwiches to last them five days, I’ve just been informed. Again, this could be ‘interesting.’