It's Raining, It's Pouring

*Edit: I wrote this post yesterday, the 9th but our stupid Internet would not post it until today...just to clear up any confusion:)*

And I really should be snoring, but I'm busy blogging at the moment.  So, I'll try to catch some zzzs later...for now I'll share some pictures!

Mom and I were planning on taking a day trip to some interesting and far off land today (nothing's too far off in England), but, when we found out that it was supposed to rain all day, we decided to stay close to home.  So, we went to the town right next to Poole and walked around there for awhile. It's a very pretty town, right on the coast.  Its name is Bournmouth.  It's known for its beaches and it's kind of a touristy town with several colleges in the area.  It was windy and rainy, but not too, too cold (ok, it was cold... I was just trying to tough it out like a native). 

I love the little old man in the picture below and the lady on the right.  They are so cute in their hats!

These are the Bournemouth Gardens that are so pretty...hard to get the full effect when it's wet.

My Lovely Mum

Pretty flowers...

As we walked along the path we kept seeing people eating ice cream!  Those crazy people!  I mean, it only got up in the low 60s today.  What were they thinking?  (Actually, to be quite honest, I wanted one too.)

Like I said, it's right there by the sea.

A close up view of the merry-go-round.

Here's some of our beach pictures:

 

No, you're not mistaken, those are people out in the frigid waters of the English Channel....crazy, just crazy.

It was blustery, but there was something invigorating about being out on the beach with the wind whipping my hair all about.  I felt like donning a wet suit and jumping in with the crazy surfers.  But, then that would mean that I was crazy, and we wouldn't want that, would we?  Cause I'm not crazy...nope, not one single bit...not crazy, not crazy, not crazy...

Hola...btw, that's a theatre behind me.  I think it's called the Pier Theatre...wonder why.

It was pretty soggy, but we found that we dry up real nice.  My umbrella was still giving me fits today.  Although, it's really kind of entertaining watching people look at me as I laugh and do my umbrella dance when it turns inside out.

Today the inevitable happened. It was bound to happen sometime during our stay:  Mom called the states this morning.  Now, that sounds like a fine thing to do, call friends while far away...right? Not exactly.  Well, here's the story.  We needed to call some friends for some information.  We had not been able to talk to them before because whenever we called, they didn't answer.  So, this morning Mom said, "I'm going to try the P      's again."  "Ok" I replied. This time, they answered!  Yes...we finally get to talk to them!!!  Mom carried on a nice conversation, but, when she got off the phone she said something like, "We had a bad connection and I guess Mr. P       is just not very talkative."  Well, we went on with our morning.  As Mom was getting ready to go and I was sitting on the couch, I had a thought.  How is it that we were able to call the P      's but yet everyone else in the States is asleep right now? I did the math, it's 4 in the morning over there...wait a minute!  The P     's live in the same time zone as everyone else.....OH NO!!!!!!  We called them at 4 in the morning!!!!!  Poor Mr. P       .  No wonder he wasn't very talkative.  I went to Mom and told her my thoughts.  You should have seen her face. We promptly called them back to apologize.  No, no, no...we were smart enough to just send an       e-mail instead.  Who, knows, it could happen to you next.