By the time I slogged wearily off towards the veg stall in the market the sun was situating itself low in the morning sky. It brightened up the leafless trees, cheered the blue sky, warmed the air sufficiently for me to wear only one jacket, two pullovers and a thick shirt. I went back for my jeans when I was half way across the park. This augured well for the day. By the time I returned, pomegranates and all, I was smugly happy that the day would be good.
I then burnt my breakfast, these frying pans are a disgrace! I cooked the mince, which burnt as I was watching TV, watching the Celtic v Hibernian match I rather hoped Celtic would put eight past them and instead a feeble team beat the wee team by only one nil, this was a disappointment, but not so disappointing as watching The Heart of Midlothian being robbed 2-0 by Inverness Caley! For a moment I considered the brandy bottle. However mindful of the cost of brandy, and that therefore there was none in the house, I drank tea instead - from reused tea bags. Nothing could make things worse today, nothing!
Then as the rain began this arrived.....
.What is it about Australians that makes their women spiteful?