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 "Until you value yourself, you will not value your time. Until you value your time, you will not do anything with it."

M Scott Peck

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A Perfect Picnic

I don’t know, as I get older I tend to wonder if when I leave the house I leave my brain behind.

My mom very kindly took the children and myself for a picnic. All I had to do was get the children up, dressed, breakfasted and ready for her arrival.

She made the picnic, supplied the drinks and drove us. The weather had been appalling all through the night, but we made the decision to go as a picnic in the car somewhere different is better than being stuck in the house all day.

We decided to go to a place just outside of Upton (Worcester) and parked up on some common land for a run around and a picnic. It was great especially as my eldest son found a swing that had been set up on a lovely old tree and he was big enough to use it. He had great fun.

My first bout of daftness came when I realised that I hadn’t bought any nappies for my daughter and as we were running around, so were her trousers with the weight of the nappy. Builders bum on a toddler is not a thing to encourage but, thankfully, we found a shop and rectified that little problem.

My second bout of daftness came when I offered to drive us home from our second destination at Welland. I picked the right journey as the grey clouds had started to amass, and we had heard thunder on both sides of the Malvern Hills.

As expected, the Heavens opened and as we approached Worcester we could see that they had already had their fair share of rain.

Now I don’t know about you but I still can’t resist big puddles on the road, providing there are no pedestrians about. I saw ahead of us on the road a large collection of water and I said to my mom ‘I’m going for that’.

I headed straight for it with a little bit extra speed (as I’d been going really slow with the traffic build up) and made a fantastic big splash through the water.

I then heard my mom go ‘Ohhh’. I had only forgotten to tell her to close her window! As she was on the side of the water, she copped the lot through the window. It wet her hair, her clothes, it ran down the inside of the window and into the well of the door, wetting all the bits and pieces in there.

Did I stop the car to assist in her drying out or cleaning the window and door like a good daughter would?

No . . . . I unashamedly burst out laughing and quite frankly I couldn’t stop. Thankfully I have a very loving mother who also saw the funny side of it, but I do wonder if she’ll ever let me drive the car again in the rain.

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