Monday, November 16, 2009
♥ Britain has crap weather
there was a storm yesterday...and i got caught in it. straight after my dance class i walk for 45 mins to get to my nans house. the minute i stepped outside and tasted the air
'Ooh, the airs damp. it's going to rain soon.' i predicted, as i walked up the road. the minute i finished muttering a fat drop of rain fell on my head. naturally me being me i had no coat, no umbrela, not even water proof shoes and was protected only by a too small jacket. by the time i was half way down the road i was soaked. It was thin but thourough rain but i thought i could brave through it and be dry again if it stopped by the time i reach nana's house. Boy was i ever wrong. my nan instucted my to stop, turn and go back to y studio, where i was to wait for a taxi to fetch me. all the way back, while i was being rained on, the wind numbing my skin so the drops felt like someone was shooting me wit a pelet gun at point blanc, being unable to breath in the so many mile and hour winds, and shaking like a leaf, the thougth that raced through my mind was simply 'Crap!'
i hid under the roof and waited to be rescued, but my aunt camee instead. i was glad of course, because i could trust my aunt instead of some taxi geeza. the moment i got i n the car i said:
'Thank you! You saved my life! Thank you for rescuing me!'
that was my miserable story.
'Ooh, the airs damp. it's going to rain soon.' i predicted, as i walked up the road. the minute i finished muttering a fat drop of rain fell on my head. naturally me being me i had no coat, no umbrela, not even water proof shoes and was protected only by a too small jacket. by the time i was half way down the road i was soaked. It was thin but thourough rain but i thought i could brave through it and be dry again if it stopped by the time i reach nana's house. Boy was i ever wrong. my nan instucted my to stop, turn and go back to y studio, where i was to wait for a taxi to fetch me. all the way back, while i was being rained on, the wind numbing my skin so the drops felt like someone was shooting me wit a pelet gun at point blanc, being unable to breath in the so many mile and hour winds, and shaking like a leaf, the thougth that raced through my mind was simply 'Crap!'
i hid under the roof and waited to be rescued, but my aunt camee instead. i was glad of course, because i could trust my aunt instead of some taxi geeza. the moment i got i n the car i said:
'Thank you! You saved my life! Thank you for rescuing me!'
that was my miserable story.
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