Too much water

Water is good for us and a much too taken-for-granted resource, we all know that, but having just spent a week in the middle of the waterways of the Norfolk Broads, I can say the expression 'too much of a good thing' wouldn't be far wrong, at least for me. The fact that we had rain (heavy at times) and showers every single day didn't help. There was a little bit of sun on the first and last days but then on our drive home, about an hour away from our destination, the heavens opened again and we had torrential rain on the M6 motorway.

So, although I very much appreciate the beauty and nature of the place we have just visited, I have seen enough water to last me a while. The house we stayed in was literally on the edge of the water overlooking the river on one side and a marina on the other. The local village about a twenty minute walk was lovely, but not best appreciated after dodging huge puddles along the way and thanking Land Rover drivers for doing their best but not always succeeding to not splash us as they passed, and even those who lived and worked locally told us it was the wettest week they could remember for ages.

I enjoyed the break, met some lovely people and visited Norwich city, which I'd never been to before. Food was good in pubs and restaurants, particularly a local fresh seafood restaurant which P said was far too cheap for what they were offering, not that he was complaining.

There was another problem, apart from the weather, and that was I didn't get spanked. Not even once and I deserved to be a dozen times for complaining to P about the rain, my boots getting ruined and other little things which were definitely spanking material in my book. I suppose the thin walls didn't help, we were in company too so I guess I couldn't really expect to be taken in hand the way I deserved to be. Perhaps if I remind P about it now that we're back...

Have a good week. I've a busy one.

Ronnie
xx