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llywelaMonday mornings in May, huh...
Take today, for example. Wake up to pouring rain. This is not a surprise; it has poured with rain for much of the last week. So much for the water shortage. Get ready for work and realise I left my umbrella at my mother's house yesterday. Am briefly annoyed with self, but then remember that said umbrella has been dying a slow death for a long time now. Time to put it out of its misery and invest in a new one, perhaps.
Its absence still means a long, wet walk into work, however. Decide to wear raincoat in honour of just how wet it is. This means that top half stays dry but hot, while bottom half slowly but surely soaks right through. Remember why I hate hoods so much. Reach town and remember that I only have enough cash on me to pay for my driving lesson today, so decide to pay the bank a visit and take out a little more to last me a few days.
Get to bank to find that every single cash machine is out of order. Curse my luck. There's another bank at the end of the street, so make my way down there, now thoroughly wet and miserable. Find that second bank has cash machines operational for everything but cash dispensing.
Reach inescapable conclusion that it is going to be one of those days.
Trudge back up to Boots to purchase umbrella with card instead of cash. Also invest in chocolate as this is starting to feel necessary. Continue increasingly damp journey to work. Get to the top of Penarth Road where Central Hotel was just demolished and the road is closed off to find that an advertising hoarding has collapsed across the pavement over the weekend, making the street almost impassible. Am determined not to add five minutes to journey by taking alternative route. Squeeze past.
Reach work feeling very cross and in serious need of a cup of tea and chocolate, thanking lucky stars that had the foresight to invest in chocolate en route. Discover that air conditioning is throwing a hissy fit and office is basking in semi-tropical temperatures. Being wet and miserable is one thing. Being wet and miserable in 30+ degree heat is another entirely. Refuse to sit there steaming and stalk back to reception to insist they do something about it.
Feel slightly better after making a big fuss. Time for that cuppa and chocolate...
Sodit indeed.
Take today, for example. Wake up to pouring rain. This is not a surprise; it has poured with rain for much of the last week. So much for the water shortage. Get ready for work and realise I left my umbrella at my mother's house yesterday. Am briefly annoyed with self, but then remember that said umbrella has been dying a slow death for a long time now. Time to put it out of its misery and invest in a new one, perhaps.
Its absence still means a long, wet walk into work, however. Decide to wear raincoat in honour of just how wet it is. This means that top half stays dry but hot, while bottom half slowly but surely soaks right through. Remember why I hate hoods so much. Reach town and remember that I only have enough cash on me to pay for my driving lesson today, so decide to pay the bank a visit and take out a little more to last me a few days.
Get to bank to find that every single cash machine is out of order. Curse my luck. There's another bank at the end of the street, so make my way down there, now thoroughly wet and miserable. Find that second bank has cash machines operational for everything but cash dispensing.
Reach inescapable conclusion that it is going to be one of those days.
Trudge back up to Boots to purchase umbrella with card instead of cash. Also invest in chocolate as this is starting to feel necessary. Continue increasingly damp journey to work. Get to the top of Penarth Road where Central Hotel was just demolished and the road is closed off to find that an advertising hoarding has collapsed across the pavement over the weekend, making the street almost impassible. Am determined not to add five minutes to journey by taking alternative route. Squeeze past.
Reach work feeling very cross and in serious need of a cup of tea and chocolate, thanking lucky stars that had the foresight to invest in chocolate en route. Discover that air conditioning is throwing a hissy fit and office is basking in semi-tropical temperatures. Being wet and miserable is one thing. Being wet and miserable in 30+ degree heat is another entirely. Refuse to sit there steaming and stalk back to reception to insist they do something about it.
Feel slightly better after making a big fuss. Time for that cuppa and chocolate...
Sodit indeed.
