It rained today. Nothing new there. This is the 44th consecutive day of Ireland’s monsoon season. It rained heavily as I walked up the street and within seconds the road was flooded. Irish drains weren’t designed for a monsoon. Still nothing new. A white van sped by and soaked me from the waist down. I mean soaked. Still nothing new. Irish drivers, especially ones in white vans, delight in spraying pedestrians.
But today was different. I watched the van’s brake lights come on. It pulled into a carpark down the way. The driver got out and came running back in the teeming rain without so much as a baseball hat. He was all apologies. He was insisting on driving me home so I could change.
I was in shock. I have been soaked by motorists many times before and I’m sure I will again, but none have ever stopped and said sorry. The most I ever got was a weak wristed wave, barely visible in the distance through a back window. The wankers!
I declined his offer. Asked if I could give him a good kick in the bollix just to make things even. And we had a good laugh.
Anyway. This is today’s third post. Why three? I normally do one every three days. Well today is my blog’s first birthday and it deserves to be spoiled a little.
Blogs can’t drink. Unless you count getting alcohol induced/inspired comments/posts. So I’m off to celebrate for it. Thanks for reading this muck the past twelve months and for all your comments.







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