Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Bank Holiday Monday in England surpassed itself. Whirlochre wrote about the "Torrential Rain Fest of Biblical Proportions" and he was right. My Beloved and I went to Surrey County Show and the mud reached the top of my thighs. (Splattered up to there, I mean. We weren't actually swimming in the stuff although a bit more rain and that might have been an option.)
While I was in the portaloo a set of dentures flew under the partition to land in the mud at my feet. This came as a bit of a surprise as it was the first time that had happened to me. I called out, "I'm a bit busy at the moment but I'll pick them up for you as soon as I can." The woman who'd lost them was grateful to get them back; she admitted that a muddy portaloo was perhaps not the best place to try to dislodge a tomato pip from under her top plate. She was rinsing them under the tap when I left but I didn't stay to see what she did with them next. I had the feeling that I really didn't want to know.