Rainymood

Today I experienced England rain.
And it was cold.

I left the house with neither umbrella nor wellingtons.
I hadn't even time to lock the door behind me and was soaked through, right down to my undergarments.
What was a novelty at first very quickly changed in to...umm...(whatever the opposite of 'novelty' is).

 And to top off my fluffy morning was a sour cherry:
A BMW geezer drove past the side walk and sprayed my entire self with freezing drain water. I could have done a great many things in response but was too cold.

So I stood on the pavement and cried.

Mascara had smeared, I couldn't feel my feet, legs had gone numb and my hair resembled that of a wet house mop...
When I got home, my London mum said I looked like "a regular p***ed off Aussie".
I sure felt like one!

*mop hair*

Any occasion can call for chocolate. And today was no exception.