I came out of work yesterday with the usual spring in my step ready to get home to watch my beloved Hollyoaks but something seemed wrong around the city centre. There were lots of people looking bemused and lost and there wasn't the sound of a tram horn anywhere.
So I stood waiting for the tram, 5 minutes....10 minutes.....15 minutes....you get the impression.....nothing. The voice over the tanoy announces that all trams around the city had been cancelled due to falling trees and to make alternative routes home.
Dammit
So I started my trek to the park and ride, and let me tell you its a long walk in gail force winds!!!
I looked ridiculous, it was that strong wind that forces you to walk with your body almost doubled over, bum in the air, hair all over the face. I was being blown all over and my poor feet were in bits.
The walk to my car was all up hill with a tiny little down hill section towards the end. By the time I got to that bit though my legs were so weary, I kind of tripped and stumbled the rest of the way back like I'd lost all control of my own body.
I got in my car and looked in the mirror - I had mascara and eyeliner down my face, my hair was slapped to my cheeks and I won't even start on my ruined shoes and clothes. My umbrella was in shreds (bloody thing was about as much use as a chocolate fire guard). I made the drive home in a sulk cursing about living in Britain and thinking about how many months left until we'll see some sun (whatever that is).
Once I get home I put the kettle on and get into my Pj's and look at my phone, Ooh, I've got a text from my Dad
"Hi pet, hope all is well, weather here in Spain is lovely and warm, sat outside the bar having a beer, lv dad xxx"
I HATE HIM!!!!!!!
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