Yesterday, after 2 hours of housework, I took myself off to Ikea for a rekkie. I am so looking forward to moving into our new house and being able to unpack everything at last - but we need some serious storage and I see much flatpacking in our not too distant future.
So there I was mooching around the Bondes and the Billys when the rain suddenly started to thunder down. And, lumme, does it thunder down here when it wants to - and my first thought was, 'The washing!' which I'd foolishly put out in the garden having totally ignored the heavy, dark skies because we've had so many months of wall to wall sunshine that I'd sort of forgotten about rain. So what with being in flatpack heaven, heavy rain, the smell of Swedish meatballs wafting over and worrying about the washing - for one awful moment I could have been in Croydon (a not so salubrious area of South London where my local Ikea was) not Perth.
Today the sun is shining, the washing is dry and I went for a walk on Mullaloo Beach. Definitely not like Croydon at all!!!
PS I managed to get out of there without spending any money - must be a record!