Washout...

This morning I looked out at the heavy rain filled clouds and soaking wet grass and thought, typical British weather on the one day that I need the sun to make an appearance. 

At 11am I phoned Scarlett's school, to be told her sports day was still going ahead (dispute the fact that it was raining cats, dogs and chickens), as they hoped it would brighten up. 

At 1.30pm I arrived drenched at the school to be told sports day had been cancelled. 

I gritted my teeth and asked why I had not been made aware 'oh, we parent mailed.' The receptionist said with a Vicky Pollard attitude. 

'I don't have a clue what parent mail is.' I said and she handed me a form to fill in. 

'The transition meeting is still on at 2.45 this afternoon though.'

'Well, I have to go back to work now.' I snapped.  

I'm sorry, shall I hang about and do a dance in the rain for an hour? 

Why was the sports day not cancelled this morning when it was chucking it down?!

Honestly, I despair of that place sometimes!