There are certain things in this wonderful life which you can guarantee. One of them being - it will always rain at the company annual picnic.
Despite days of continuous and glorious sunshine (us lucky Brits have actually experienced summer weather at summer time), as soon as the office traipsed to Regent's Park with carrier bags full of food and drink, ball games and high spirits, down came the rain.
If I was the gambling sort, I would have put money on 'splashes of rain at the company annual picnic'. It would have been a safe bet. Yep, I can picture my colleagues and I, in the bookies, with our slips of paper, all betting for rain at the annual picnic. "I've heard it's a sure thing," newcomers would say. "Oh the statistics are high for rain," us old timers would say.
Still, the weather may have dampened the grass but we tried not to let it dampen our spirits. What troupers we are! Sandwiches and crisps were gobbled, drinks were sipped, and the energetic workers played rounders and football.
As for me, I sang George Michael songs. One of the guys in the office is rather musical and sings in a band. He sat down beside me with his musical instrument, and predictably I asked if he could play George Michael. He could and he did. 'Faith' and 'Last Christmas' were played and sang, much to the bemusement of near by employees. "I bet you wish you'd never sat down beside me," I laughed. He then got up to eat and drink, never to be seen again.
I decided to help myself to a handful of sausage rolls and chat to my work collegue and friend regarding our weekend plans (you're allowed to do that on a Thursday without feeling you are wishing your life away - see 'What's the deal with Tuesday?' post). And then I decided to head home before another grey cloud erupted over the soggy food and drink. There's always next year. Although it's bound to rain again.
Pictures of the day:
Last Christmas I gave you my heart, but the very next day you gave it away...
Always come prepared.