I knew my wife was meeting up with a friend for lunch but because she didn't have time she asked me to do the supermarket shopping, I never object to that so when I arrived home she checked things off to make sure I'd not forgotten anything, I know she's actually checking to see if I've bought items for myself like holdups or makeup, this time I hadn't .
I really needed the time while she was out to check some things out for the St. Patrick's day party at my social group in March. I'd bought a lovely silk emerald green top and a very short zig zag hemmed skirt in green from my local fancydress shop . I had it all on and was checking in the full length mirror in the bedroom when out of the corner of my eye saw two of my six foot fence panels flying across my drive at waist height. I did my usual Dick Dastardly impression and reluctantly took everything off , grabbed some old working clothes and went out to salvage what I could.
I looked up at the sky and thought Oh Doris ( that's the name they'd given the storm raging at that moment ) why did you have to do that ?
I don't suppose this will go down as a first but how many of us wait for those few precious moments, and usually it's family or delivery men that mess it up but to have to rush out of the house underdressed in bra, suspender belt and stockings to rescue your fence !
I never liked the name Doris all that much I dislike it even more now ! OK so we just have to take it with a pinch of salt and smile about it !!