In the heatwave of 1976 I promised that if it rained within a week of my birthday, 8 th July, I would dance naked in the rain in the cul de sac where we lived. Yes, well I was a bit younger and fun loving.
I counted the days off on the calendar keeping my fingers crossed it wouldn’t rain until after St.Swithins day, On July 12th my neighbour called out there was thunder forecast, oh yes ha ha ha. The next day the 13 th in the afternoon we had the mother of storms and unceasing rain, it poured, it flooded, it lifted the man hole covers up and I stood at the window cursing and glad at the same time. Glad it was finally raining, but what about my promise. The neighbours wouldn’t let me off, I had to do it.
My husband was no help it was my own fault, my children were appalled, my mother said I was crazy but she saved the day.
I wore my daughter’s bikini, my Mothers plastic Mac over it, borrowed a big umbrella and I sang and danced in the rain to the strains of Gene Kelly, I did it and over £100 was raised for charity.
It’s still talked about to this day , it made the local newspaper, but I dont think I’ll be doing it this time I’m a bit more sensible. 😂