Get on the tube in beautiful, glorious sunshine, feeling a little overheated in fact - another rare beautiful summer's day, courtesy of London having a much more temperate climate than my hometown of Edinburgh.
Or so I thought, being a fool. I was deceived.
Get off the tube. Rain. Rain, wind, and thunder. Everywhere. In my eyes. Burrowing into my skin. Feeding on my misery.
Conclusion: Britain's climate is a temperamental little bitch and it can die in a hole.
Or so I thought, being a fool. I was deceived.
Get off the tube. Rain. Rain, wind, and thunder. Everywhere. In my eyes. Burrowing into my skin. Feeding on my misery.
Conclusion: Britain's climate is a temperamental little bitch and it can die in a hole.