Friday, June 27, 2008


Grey sky, driving rain, the wind blowing so hard that it wrapped my sodden clothes around me as tightly as bandages.

I heard them before I saw them: 'If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands.'

About ten knee-high children were hoarded together under the platform shelter with a group of grinning adults around them - a collection of middle-aged parents each similarly dressed: blue cagouls, grey back-packs, jeans trailing over track shoes, their eyes catching mine.

'If you're happy and you know it, shout 'I am.''

'I am!'

I too must have once had this ability to be so ecstatically happy to order.

One man, a father, smiled determinedly in my direction. There was something evangelical about that grin, something too earnest, something that made me glance downwards at the railway track.

An overhead cloud released a fresh torrent.

'I am!'


'I am!'

I walked further down the platform until I was out of earshot.


Blogger stu said...

So it wasn't just me getting drenched then?

Fri Jun 27, 04:22:00 pm  
Blogger Clare Dudman said...

Yup, obviously a national thing.

Fri Jun 27, 04:48:00 pm  
Anonymous crimeficreader said...

Got it here today. The rain and wind that is. Saw no one doing the "let's be positive" thing: actually, saw men in shorts and trainers as I wore a Barbour and huddled into the hood, trying to escape the rain. Strange. Very strange. Call in Dr Who, methinks...

Fri Jun 27, 07:25:00 pm  
Blogger Clare Dudman said...

What I found strange was that although it looked quite wintry, it was, for much of the time, quite warm.

Fri Jun 27, 11:55:00 pm  
Blogger Kay said...

Oh dear - the evangelism of a parent in thrall is a terrifying thing to behold indeed ... ;)

Sat Jun 28, 01:40:00 am  

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