Mother Nature played this hilarious trick on me yesterday. Harry’s Birthday Party was due to start at 3pm. It was a soccer party and I had treated myself to a dude who came to run it. Best money ever spent. Anyway, Ben the Soccer Dude and I stood on the front verandah at 2.40pm and watched the mother of all storms roll in, complete with lightening and thunder and mo-fo buckets of rain.
He gave me the option of cancelling and I told him that there was no freaking way I was going to try to entertain 12 Eight year old boys so he had better think….. and fast!
Then I made a sign for the front of the house, went inside and poured myself a wine and looked out onto the backyard which was sodden. If I peered hard enough I could just make out the back fence.
As the clock struck 3pm and one by one children started arriving, the downpour eased to a trickle and one minute later the sun came out. And by this stage I was a bit buzzed and started complaining about the heat.
Anyway, party was a huge success. And Ben is worth bottling and I do not mind giving his business a little PLUG!
