This month Mr B and I are taking part in #FlashFiveFriday run by The Indie Exchange.
#FlashFiveFriday is a weekly flash fiction / flash blogging prompt.
The rules are very simple if you’d like to take part:
1) Write for no longer than five minutes
2) No upper or lower word limits
3) You must write something new
4) You can prepare your post ahead of time but the 5 minute limit still applies
5) If you add your blog post to the weekly linky you must visit five other blogs that week too to show your support
#FlashFiveFriday – Weather
Coming from the UK I am amongst people that love a good cup of tea and one of our main topics of conversation is the weather. The UK has unusual weather patterns in that they are so unpredictable. We have just been through a summer that was a major let down, desperately hoping for some decent weather and having to make do with isolated sunshine in between rain and grey skies.
What amazes me about the British is that as soon as the weakest rays of the sun poke through the overhanging clouds the shorts, T-shirts and short skirts are out in force and the coats disappear. It’s almost as if the sun has melted the thick clothes away such is the sudden turnaround. I’m often caught out when the sun finally does show up. I am clearly not in tune with the weather as well as most.
One of the freakiest days I can recall was when I worked in Leeds and it was June, so we’re talking summer here. That day the rain came down in the afternoon and it came down hard, flooding the city centre. In fact it was so bad that we were given permission to head home early. I found that all the trains were cancelled and it took some people 3-4 hours to get home when they only lived ten minutes away. Me? Well, I got lucky. Stranded at the train station with hundreds of disgruntles commuters, some genius on the platform said to “To hell with this, who wants to grab a taxi to Huddersfield with me?” Myself and two others took the offer and we got back to Huddersfield before some people that lived in Leeds got home! There’s nothing like British weather to leave you dumfounded and inconvenienced!
We are relying on some major technology here in our old broken-down house at the moment. The bucket. The weather in the UK this year has been wet and windy to say the least – not a good time to discover several holes in the roof.
Thankfully, my Dad was able to patch them up but one needs a little more work. In the meantime, our trusty bucket is protecting us from drips and dribbles. Although I initially panicked at finding the holes in the roof, I’ve realised since that these ‘crises’ put our modern lives of convenience in perspective. We have food, heating, clothing, shelter – yet a hole in the roof causes mayhem and panic.
I saw a homeless man this week. I see him quite often, ask how he is, pass on some money. At 3 a.m. in the morning listening to the rain after one of our encounters, I realised how inconsequential a hole in the roof was by comparison to no roof. I felt shame but I also felt relief that I had realised this.
We will fix our hole before it gets a little bigger or the attic gets a little messier. In the meantime, I am happy to rely on our trusty bucket and think about how lucky we are if this is what we can consider to be a ‘crisis’.
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