Testing... testing... Cough...
Kevin must have gone bloody mad asking me to guest post. I’m Bec from Out Of My Tree - English, female, 30, single and knackered.
Being from England - obviously I know the Queen and live in a mansion surrounded by servants and people called Giles. We play croquet on the lawn before Afternoon Tea, and the time I spent in an all girls boarding school have been the source material for a number of top shelf movies. I call everyone ‘love’ or ‘geezer’, know all the words to Rule Britannia and watch Wimbledon with a glass of Pimms and a bowl of strawberries and cream.
Oh ho but seriously... Being English in the blogging world is no different than being from anywhere else except we spell things properly differently and never get excited by politics.
What the subject of this guest post (my very first - are the nerves coming through) was going to be has been a great source of discussion between the left and right sides of my brain, and I decided rather daftly to not talk about ways we can help the planet or each other, or talk about sport or sex or even chocolate but talk instead about the weather. Did I mention the English thing? For yes, as sure as the sun shines (somewhere) and the grass will always be greener on the other side, we as a nation love to talk about the weather.
Occasionally we’ll get ‘a drop of water’ (a bad flood) or ‘a bit of wind’ (a hurricane) but mostly it’s either ‘a little bit drizzly’ or “mmm, quite nice out’. Revelling in the mundane is the way to go. A few months ago there was a ‘bit of a shaking’ (earthquake) here reaching a massive 5.2. A chimney fell down and people all over the country were woken from their sleep. Craziness also hit. (Yes, I know the movement of earth is not really weather but being imprecise is a prerogative)
The one thing that is quite good here is the fact that the weather changes. A lot. We can have temperatures of 23° (a ‘heatwave’) and the next day snow. A meteorologist will tell you why, I just think it’s fantastic.
There was a moment today when I was travelling home on the bus reading and paying no attention. There was a sudden and blinding brightness and I looked up wondering why the driver had switched the lights on. But it was much better than that. The sun shone through the clouds for a moment and I became transfixed. Just for a moment. It’s the one place you can guarantee will always be good to look at in England. The sky.
Yep, so that went a little wibbly. But I didn’t break this blog and I am hoping I didn’t bore you. I’m going to run away and hide now.
Oh, tell Kevin I used all the milk in the fridge and I left the key under the mat.
