Pouring with rain or blustery? Pouring rain every time please. At least you can cover yourself from the rain and emerge like a butterfly from your waterproof cocoon on arrival. The wind just destroys me. In town it always seems to be nose on, no matter where I am going… Odd. I wonder if it’s because all the buildings create a wind tunnel, channeling the wind around the city and into my face. I sometimes feel like a kid being held by the forehead and peddling peddling peddling but getting nowhere.
I arrive at work red in the face, puffed out with hair everywhere (despite being under my helmet) and ready to collapse. Not the best start to the day. I change into my smart(er) shirt and plonk myself down on at my desk and hope no one asks my perspiring face any questions. Bloody wind.
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