extra cream, please!
It hadn’t rained all day- and just as I was about to leave – the heavens opened. Typical. In a flash, the sky switched from blue to grey. Welcome to England- when it rains- it doesn't stops for breath. It was almost 5pm and I was in the middle of the busy city of Leeds. I was cold. My socks felt damp in my shoes and water was running around in the bare bits of my body. My mother’s umbrella had failed me. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast and I could feel my stomach beg my mouth for food. I was having one of those days. It was only a short walk to the car. Except it was just a short walk for e-v-e-r-y-b-o-d-y in the city; I joined the stampede of grumpy faces etching to get home. Onward, gridlock traffic awaited us. Yet people were still insistent on pushing and shoving where possible to get a few seconds ahead. Music blurted uncomfortably in my ears but my phone was too lost in my bag to think about changing it.
