It rained yesterday.
Actually, it wasn’t so much rain as a deluge. It was like a herd of incontinent elephants all letting rip incessantly.
And when it wasn’t pissing down in buckets, it was just raining normally.
You may have gathered by now that it was quite wet yesterday?
I wanted to go down for the paper, but I put it off until very late in the afternoon when the deluge had subsided a bit.
I went out the front door, and then I remembered.
On Friday, the car battery was showing signs of lacking that vital spark. You know what I mean? You turn the ignition key and the engine sounds like a dog who is about to throw up? Not a pleasant sound at all, at all. Undeterred, I hooked up the battery charger, and plugged everything in. I left it on slow charge, and reminded myself to remind myself to unhook it before going to bed.
So there was the car in front of me, sitting in a puddle and all gleaming wet and the bonnet wide open. Fuck!!
I unhooked it all, and drove down for the paper.
The battery is singing along and I have a nice clean engine.
Having a bad memory isn’t all bad.