The whole of East Yorkshire has been declared as being a drought zone. I am at a loss to understand why, since it has been raining non-stop for the best part of three weeks. In fact, it rained so much that I thought I was back in Glasgow.
The other day I even needed my drought umbrella just to get from the car to the bank - a two minute walk. Yes, dear followers, I can drive short distances now. I still have a plaster on my broken wrist but it's not aching so much now. I drove through deep drought puddles all this week during my little trips through drought land. Roberto was stressing about me getting the car wet after he had waxed it last weekend. I told him not to worry because it wouldn't get wet because of the serious drought conditions.
Anyway, enough of that. The world is crazy enough already, don't you think?
Last weekend I had uncontrollable hysterics in the Screwfix shop. I was reluctant to go because it's just SO boring but Roberto needed a bit of pipe for our new Belfast sink, so off we trotted to the new Screwfix in Goole.
A little girl called Epinine, who looked about 12 years old, took Roberto's order and that was all fine. Then from the back of the shop this big lanky guy who worked in the warehouse came out and started talking to Epinine. Now, the poor guy had a speech impediment, and please don't think I laugh at people with problems, but it was so unexpected and I got a bit of a fright. It sounded as if he was talking out of his nose - I have never heard anything like it in my life. Well, my face was bright red with trying to hold in the laughter. I had to put my head down and my shoulders were shaking. The little girl behind the counter started laughing as well because she realised what I was laughing at. Eventually, unable to control myself, I said to Roberto "I have to leave right now." I can't ever go back there - RESULT!!
I'm loving The Voice on BBC1 on Saturday evenings. Will.i.am is just wonderful. I just watch it for him really.
Have a good weekend, mes amis.