Rain, rain go away!

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25.09.07
View from my Study Window.

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'

So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'

But there's one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me.

When I look back on the weekend I am amazed at the lovely weather we have had and how we managed to fit our jobs in so successfully.
Jon has made great progress with fitting the window and one of the doors into the shed and I managed to work on my shrubbery.
Then there was the bike ride to Scarborough!

Yesterday however saw a deluge of rain!
Monday morning , the start of the new working week saw me pegging washing out.
I always have the washer on at night, so when I get up I can peg the washing out.
I had washed a white load during the night and was all set to peg it out and load the next load, the dark coloured stuff, mostly Jon's work clothes etc.

The weather soon put a stop to that and as I resigned myself to finding places round the house to dry the clothes the rain stopped and the sun put in an outstanding appearance.
I rushed outside and pegged the white washing on the line.
The sun stayed out for just over an hour.
In the strong breeze my washing was soon dry, when lo and behold the rain returned.
I rushed outside like a woman possessed and got all the washing inside!


It always makes me laugh really, I see the washing of my neighbours billowing in the breeze then frantic door slamming as we all rush outside to rescue the washing! Then, we watch for the sunshine and rush out again to get the washing back on the line, Sometimes this happens 2 or 3 times before we give up!


I took Wilma up the lane but the rain caught us out and we returned home soaked!

Today the chimney sweep is coming to clean our chimney, so the AGA will be lit by the weekend I would have thought.

Yes, winter is creeping in!

David has set another topic for us to think about...best childhood friend?

I had a good think about this (in the bath) and my choice would have to be our neighbour John Cooper. He was my best friend from the age of 6 to 11, when his family emigrated to South Africa.
We had great adventures.
We invented our own games and exploits.
I guess it was in the days when we could allow children to "play out" in the streets and surrounding areas. Having said that we didn't go far, usually just in our back yard or the alley way.
Our favourite game was secret agents.

The programme we watched was "Man from Uncle" back in the 1960's.




We both had old transistor radio aerials which we would extend and say those immortal words from the programme "Open Cheannel D, Come in Mr. Waverley"

I had an old small brown case which I kept my secret agent tools in, infact we both had such a case come to think of it.

We would search local jumble sales for bargains.
I remember on one such visit as my mum sat with John's mum, Nancy, who I referred to as Auntie Nancy, (infact come to think of it in those days we referred to every woman as "Auntie")
and on our way out Mum shouted "Don't forget me fur coat!"
Well, we were then on a mission and sure enough I found a fur coat at the Salvation Army Jumble Sale.
I was so chuffed and ran home to show mum.
Ofcourse there had been a reason why somebody would donate a fur coat to a Jumble Sale, but mum wasn't taking any chances and it found its way to the rubbish bin...fleas and all!
We had roller skates which we used to skate up and down the local streets, again a thing of the past.
When they were packing up to go to South Africa Auntie nancy called me in.
They had an upright piano which had pride of place in the front room.
I had always liked the piano, No I couldn't play it but liked the look of it.
"Would you like the piano Denise?" she asked.
"Ooooooooooooh yes please Auntie Nancy!"

The piano was pushed next door to our house.
"What do you want that for?" Mum enquired (well more or less her exact words!)

And so, we got a piano.

My uncle Moss had an Austin 35 car.
One night he came round and asked mum if he could borrow a wire from the back of the piano.
He went away with a wire and over the next few months I noticed more and more notes on the piano would not play! I was trying to teach myself to play the piano, but my progress and development was hampered by the amount of keys which could not play. Eventually it went to the rag ad bone man! LOL!

We heard via the odd letters and Christmas Cards from Auntie Nancy and John, I often wonder what they are doing now.

I certainly remember the happy, carefree times we played together, inventing our own games and making our own toys and games.

Being an only child I guess I was quite resourceful and independant, but nevertheless looking back it was an incredible few years of adventures with John Cooper.

Thanks David...a good topic!