Bristol Friday Morning. Friday was hot and sunny and so was yesterday (not that pathetic old me saw much of it) but last night we had the most spectacular thunder storm. How come in England, a slight bit of heat means thunder? Like the sky can't cope with it? The lights show was amazing, but my little Bailey was worried by it.
Last night I had loads of girls here, Summer-Lee, Nichole, Shaly and my two. So they were all awake at 2pm to watch the show in the sky.
When I was a kid my Nan told me that thunder was God moving his furniture around. Wonder if God has a king sized bed?
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