The things we do for love... *rolls eyes*
I made the mistake of telling the Pirate that I would bring him and his parents a blackberry pie when I go to visit this weekend. Fatal error. If I'd kept my big yap shut, I wouldn't have been committed. I would have had the option of looking at the weather this morning and saying "Fuckit, i'm not picking sodding berries in this weather."
OK, to be fair if I told the Pirate that I couldn't make a pie because the weather was too shit for picking berries, he would not have held it against me one iota. I also had the option of going to Tesco's and buying some blueberries or something and making a different kind of pie. So really, it was my choice.
Hey Spin, did you (or any of you other Brizzolians out there) notice the torrential downpour at about half nine this morning? The one that made looking out the window an experience akin to standing on the Maid of the Mist and trying to see through Niagara Falls? Guess where I was in that rainstorm? 2 miles from my flat, picking sodding blackberries, that's where!
It is not an exaggeration to say that there are times I've gone for an (unintentional) plunge in Avon waters and come out drier than I was when I got back to my flat this morning.
Actually, I'm just whinging for drama's sake. I didn't mind. It wasn't cold, and god knows I spend about 20% of my waking hours soaking wet anyway. (Truth be told, it was kind of fun. Shhh, don't tell anyone I said that.)