Thar she blows!

Fact.

I woke up to find that it was raining. Heavily. The sky was wintry grey (love). I wrestled with myself to leave the house and do one productive event (because Saturdays should be spent out of the house, leave Sundays to laze around.)

I went to the gym, using my recent experience with Maxwell (swoon) as an incentive to get a hot man like him.

All very good you may say. Well it would have been another perfect day had I not been blown most of the way.
There I was, hooded and ready to battle my way come rain. I had tied my hair up in a random African style headscarf (I thought ...no one will see me...everyone will be indoors in this weather...) and covered it with the hood of my jumper.

Then lo and behold just when I was standing mindlessly opposite the Travelogue across my house waiting to cross the road, the wind picked up momentously, throwing befuddled random people across the street. It was like some comical scene from a dystopian movie. My hood blew right off..exposing my naf headgear and forcing me in to the middle of the street and in the dangerous path of a black cab. Of course i was tooted at. Everyone who wasn't grabbing on to the pavement curb for dear life looked at me, so I did what anyone with a odd head piece in the middle of the road would do. I ran. Tried to. All the way to the gym (well until I was out of complete view from the main road)

Alas I have returned home and consoled myself with a cup of tea, Highgrove Fudge and the a back to back run of Come Dine With Me...while it rains outside...ahhh.