Wait, no. I'm siiiiingin' in the sunshine... Actually, scratch that. I'm siiiingin' in the drizzle... Hmmm, not anymore. Now I'm siiiiiiingin' in the monsoon... Hold it. I'm siiiiingin' in the sunshine again...
And so on and so forth like this for the past two or three days.
Yesterday was exceptionally schizophrentic but at least we watched it all from the inside of a pub in Kew with some of our favorite drinking buddies, Suze and Phil - who were down from the north for a wedding this weekend. And even though it was like hanging out with Suze and Phil Lite (due to a late night on Saturday and a long drive ahead of them) there was still no shortage of funny stories and raucous laughter.
As we made our back back up Richmond Hill, we noticed that the river was exceptionally high and decided to walk down to see it. The pedestrian walkways were partially flooded...
I love these colorful boats!
The hige tide entrance was in use at The White Cross pub... The only time I've ever seen the water higher than this was one time when we had spent an inordinately long afternoon at The White Cross and when we went to leave, the water was up to the benches you see in this photo. We had to crawl over that stair railing and sort of swing over to a lamp post that's just out of this shot to the right. Super fun!
Should have worn wellies. All the better to stomp and splash in.
Tonight, we're off to see the other Jason in my life - Mraz. La la la la la la la life is wonderful.