Rain rain go away...

For many of us, the journey alone to the train station can be just as traumatic as getting on a train and experiencing some bad luck…

Yesterday, I awoke to torrential rain, and I have a 25 minute walk to the train station in the morning.  So off I set, I have knee high boots on, rain mac, hood, I am ready for rain action.  My umbrella is not, it’s not waterproof, and it breaks, I paid £15 for that TOTES umbrella – it was awful, note for you all, don’t buy the brand TOTES, it’s rubbish.  I had a Primark umbrella and it lasted me years.  I digress.  So I persist with my broken umbrella, flapping about, metal bits sticking in my hair.  Mild mutterings to myself as I plod on.

Don't buy totes umbrellas

As I do so, a wave, yes, a wave of rain water gets splashed all over me from a passing car, I am now soaking.  I get rage, I can feel that small burn inside me, questioning whether I should just turn back and go home.  I don’t.  Instead, I get my phone out, to text my rage and the fact I have been splashed head to toe in dirty rain road water ;-).  I text furiously, whilst holding broken umbrella, and….

Don't walk and text

I walk straight into a road sign post. Tears well up in my eye, I look around to see if anyone has scene, and in fairness, I didn’t hurt myself that much – but wow did I scream with anger!!!

After my mini tantrum, I get to the train station, sit on the train, someone sits next to me even though there are a lot of spaces around everywhere, whatevs. I am sodden and miserable, someone opens a window, to really accentuate the freezing cold temperatures.  I don’t even moan, don’t even ask to shut the window.  I am broken.  On the plus side, I’ve never been so glad to arrive in my lovely warm office – and you don’t hear me say that often!