Endless Rain

I’m sitting here and about to turn the computer off. I realise that I’m in a mood to leave crabby comments on other people’s blogs and I refuse to let myself down that way.

And the day seemed to begin so well with a more-friendly-than-usual walk to the station. I thought it odd that three people smiled at me, two said ‘hello’, and another burst into a fit of giggles. At first I thought it was my disguise, given that I have to travel to Manchester in cognito. It was only when I arrived at the station that I looked down to discover that I’d walked a mile with my fly down.

And that was the highlight of the last 24 hours which, in terms of failed umbrellas, leaking shoes, spelling mistakes, interrupted sleep, spillages, and a dozen other things I can mention, has been an unquantifiable disaster.

There might be a good reason for me to wake up in the morning but I’m struggling to think of one at the moment.