I hate bad weather because I’ve been sucked up hundreds times when I got under some bad conditions at the most inappropriate moments. Rain, snow, whatever. When it is bad – it is bad.

Planning a B-B-Q? Planning a trip to the nearest forest for some walk and mushroom-pickup? Or maybe you are even planning a wedding? Relax, guys. Weather will do its choice and it’s not you who decides.

I hate bad weather because I’ve been sucked up hundreds times when I got under some bad conditions at the most inappropriate moments. Rain, snow, whatever. When it is bad – it is bad.

Once I bought a bunch of roses to please my darling. I came home a little bit fizzy last night so I wanted an excuse through such a little bribe. I wore a nice linen white costume, put on my favorite white shoes, made of tender cloth, my super-stylish white hat and started my trip for an excuse.

Guess what?

I couldn’t remember such a horrible rain. It seems like Armageddon was somewhere really close. There is no need to say that when I finally arrived, my dearest couldn’t help laughing. And my reaction was pretty obvious. I smacked the roses at the wall, then I jumped over them a few times, cussed a little and voiles – another scandal delivered. Ring-ring, open the door, please! Special delivery – scandals here and there!

Should I love bad weather after that or what?