When I was a child-free,
busy career-woman waking up to the sprinkling of rain on a weekend was kind of
romantic and the perfect excuse to stay in bed longer. The worst that could
happen is a picnic or BBQ would need to be moved undercover, but to be honest I
wasn’t really rolling in picnic invitations. In fact most weekends I was suffering
from at least a minor hangover, so really the world could have frozen over outside
and as long as I had a doona I’d be happy.
|Don't be fooled by the pretty colours and cute monkeys...this is HELL on earth.|