Wet Ones.

12 Jun

There is nothing more comforting than sitting in a windowless tin can for two hours whilst the heaviest downpour in months thunders onto the roof, making it sound like there’s a hurricane or tornado outside. 

There’s also nothing quite like having to walk into town in that same downpour without an umbrella. 

Nor is there anything like waiting for HALF AN HOUR for your bus to arrive when there’s no room in the bus shelter, and being forced to stand under a tree that is essentially pissing water directly onto your forehead and into the gap between your coat and your neck. 

Next time, take a brolley, Zoe. 

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