So yesterday I went off to uni wearing a summer jacket and sandals. I was comfortable as I made my way to the train station on a fine and pleasant morning.
Later, however, the weather had other ideas. It decided to rain and didn’t let up.
Coming home from uni, already tired after concentrating on a dissertation workshop, I ended up with soaking feet as I dodged huge puddles and passing car spray. I was cold, tired, wet and hungry.
I know, I should have worn boots and a coat but in my defence it was a nice day and the day before I somehow managed to run over my previously broken toes under the airing cupboard door. I mean how does a person manage that? Don’t ask me but my poor old toes always seem to end up under one door or another. So to be honest, I didn’t think I could bear to trap them inside boots.
As for the coat, it gets hot when the sun shines and walking a long way with a big coat is tiring. I did however, have my loyal old brollie, which by the way, kept shouting at me all the way home to put it in for a part exchange.
So it seems there is some substance to the saying never cast a clout until May is out.
Well hurry up June because I’m tired of winter clothes and footwear. Let the sun shine.