hi. so on an inaugural mission for 'flo's happy place' i took my sorry ass off to Richmond park with my lovely boyfriend. once we got to Richmond station we realised that the park was quite a long way away, and that it was raining.
sorry i just had to pause. i had that horrible situation where you have a cup of tea with the teabag in but no saucer. i didn't know what to do with the teabag. absolute dilemma. i quickly whisked it out and threw it in the loo. ingenious? except now i keep thinking of my Chinese Green teabag floating around in the loo. unpleasant.
so i had half a sandwich and then we walked down the river toward the park. we had to walk through some woodland then down a main road until we found the gates.
i used to come to richmond park a lot as a child, with my dad. it really is big, and green. despite the rain there were many richmondians walking their pooches, and the exact arrangement of deer as above. we sat on a bench and an elderly-looking mutt approached us, then stood a few feet away and pretended to ignore us.
to cut a long story short, the park was a solid bit of punctuation for the day. i do love a damp british common. something about it didn't quite hit the spot though... i think it was the traffic noise that we could still hear from the middle of the park, and that bitchy dog. we do have plans to return on a sunnier day though. watch this space.
not that i'm averse to a bit of rain. in fact, i love the bloody stuff. i would call myself a rain lover. i love it best when i'm not in it, though, but when i can hear it pattering on the windows, on the roof, and i'm all snuggled up inside like i'm on Noah's ark. we had this plaster buddha in the garden when i was little, and before it dissolved, i used to sometimes go out in the garden when it rained and look at it, keeping dry in its little spot under a bush, as the rain drove all around it, and make up stories about it, and kind of wish i was under the bush with it.
rain is predicted this weekend, when i go on 'flo's happy place' outing #2, to my beloved beach hut on the essex coast with a smattering of my nearest and dearest. i long for rain, scrabble, grey water with white horses, precarious boats and windswept cliffs. my cat is jealous because she wants to come too.
to end this watery post, i came across this little fella today (don't ask how). he was on a website called 'top 10 ugliest fish' or something, and i think whoever compiled this list needs their eyes (and heart) testing, because he is literally the cutest thing i've ever seen! he's like a baby sea bear, sad but knowing! i want one!

FYI, he's a roughback batfish. let's petition to get these little lads into britain's pet shops.
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