Violent electrical storms and flash floods brought chaos to the [Glastonbury] festival yesterday. Lightning tore a hole in the roof of a beer tent and campers were forced to evacuate as fields became submerged in chest-high water. Stewards took to a dinghy to paddle between stricken tents and check on flooded revellers, while a JCB lifted several campers clear of the water in its bucket. - guardian.co.uk
Intervene. The Worst That Can Happen Is A Deep Blush.
I've become an interfering old woman. I see kids not wearing helmets, weaving in and out of rush hour traffic, and I pull over to tell them off. And then call Traffic Patrol. I hand out plastic bags to people who are letting their dogs crap in public space. I call Animal Control when my dog gets threatened. I write emails to politicians.
However there is a bright side. I get involved when people are in trouble. I ask people studying a map if they need a hand. I pull over for vulnerable-looking hitch-hikers. If I see a kid walking along being hassled by other kids, I pull over and ask who they are and what they're doing. I ask kids "Do you need help?" if I see a crying kid being dragged along by someone. The worst that can happen is that I get smacked in the face or make an idiot of myself.
Mills' puppies are gorgeous. Seven days old, their eyes not quite open yet. Ollie has her pups due in a few weeks, and I should be able to tell if Sock is in the family way in a few weeks too.
Sock is currently in residence beneath the heat pump. She hasn't moved in hours. I'm simultaneously fantasizing about winning a non-specific contest involving a lot of money, watching Steve Irwin on TV, and reading the papers.
Posted by phreq at June 25, 2005 05:41 PM | TrackBack