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I was soaking when I arrived here. 50 minutes, or thereabouts, standing in the rain waiting for a bus. The first one was full and drove past at about 5 mph, without stopping. A number of schoolchildren waved cheerfully at us from the presumably dry warm interior. I thought about going back to the house, but figured that I was wet already, and might as well stay put. At about 25 minutes, I added passing taxis to my list of things to grab if I saw them, and thereby prevented all taxis from travelling on that road. As a second bus arrived, someone behind me said "If he doesn't stop, I'm going to break the windows and get in that way." This was precisely what I was thinking, and was about to accuse the speaker of telepathy, when I noticed that the entire queue of about 30 people was nodding in grim agreement. Fortunately, the bus stopped, and let all but about four people on. I didn't care, I was the first one on.
The bus took almost an hour to get into town. I was entertained, however, by a Scottish woman who was constantly getting phone calls from her daughter, who'd got a lift back from school with a teacher so that she could change into dry clothes, having also been soaked. Daughter appeared to be having difficulty with the notion of wearing clothes to school that were not her uniform. Scottish woman could probably be heard in Scotland, without the phone, and as we came onto Camden Street, the bus loudspeaker crackled and spat, and then the driver said "Madam, we can hear you fine, there's no need to be shouting."
A brief soak while walking to the train. Train was warm, and I dried out a bit - as in, I could no longer wring water from my sleeves by clenching my fist - and then I got another soaking getting up to work from the train station.
My outer clothes are now fighting for space on the radiators and heaters with everyone else's. And it's still pouring.
The bus took almost an hour to get into town. I was entertained, however, by a Scottish woman who was constantly getting phone calls from her daughter, who'd got a lift back from school with a teacher so that she could change into dry clothes, having also been soaked. Daughter appeared to be having difficulty with the notion of wearing clothes to school that were not her uniform. Scottish woman could probably be heard in Scotland, without the phone, and as we came onto Camden Street, the bus loudspeaker crackled and spat, and then the driver said "Madam, we can hear you fine, there's no need to be shouting."
A brief soak while walking to the train. Train was warm, and I dried out a bit - as in, I could no longer wring water from my sleeves by clenching my fist - and then I got another soaking getting up to work from the train station.
My outer clothes are now fighting for space on the radiators and heaters with everyone else's. And it's still pouring.