It’s been rattling around in my head since I woke at 6am, this ditty my mother-in-law used to sing with the children.
It’s to the tune of Frere Jacques (no idea if I spelled that correctly! You know, the one with the ding ding bell?).
The actual lyrics of MIL’s version are something like:
I see lightening, I hear thunder,
So do you, so do you.
Pitter patter raindrops, pitter patter raindrops,
I’m wet through, so are you.
As I lie here listening to the rain on the windows on the morning we’re leaving for our next camping trip, I can’t help switching the first two phrases for:
We’re going camping, we’re going camping
How about you? How about you?…
And of course, like all our camping trips, it still ends with us being wet through.
Because of course it’s raining – we’re going camping. Even I’m tired of trying to be upbeat about it now.
By the looks of the forecast we’re certain to maintain our 100% rain record. And just when Husband had been given a taste of how fantastic camping can be in the sunshine too.
Still, looks like it’ll only be showers (apart from tonight when it’s heavy rain 4pm til midnight) so we should get away with only being slightly inconvenienced in our thermals & waterproofs. (There it is, my latest attempt at optimism.)
Do excuse the maudlin tone of this blog. I realise it’s a little self-indulgent, but then it is my blog, so I’ll be self-pitying on it if I want to!
Right, I’m off to research some indoor activities in North Wales just in case. Because there’s no such thing as bad weather, only the wrong clothes.
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