Rain, Rain, go away....actually just don't.
Come again...
We have actually been blessed with amazing weather for this fall in England. Apparently, it normally rains every other day and is generally wet and dreary. But, to the amazement of forecasters, the weather has been beautiful! This week contains a few of the rare, rainy days, though...and I feel like complaining. I have no rainboots and one of the girls lost my umbrella on our Rome trip. Thus, I am as unprepared as they come. When rain comes, it rules. I didn't even go outside today, although I had big plans for going into town to get some work done. The pitter-patter never stopped, and I simply couldn't bring myself to face it. Especially after Sunday. Miriam and I rushed out of the house in the morning to the surprise of...you guessed it. Rain. We both tried to fit ourselves under the hopelessly tiny circumference of her umbrella, but, eventually, we succumbed to the inevitability of wind, rain, and puddles. Enormous puddles. We wrapped our heads up with our scarves, which, we realized upon walking into church, had only succeeded in making us look like ridiculous mummies on our walk and made our heads and scarves wet. I shivered through the entire sermon because my socks, shoes, and legs were soaked, and my hair was plastered to my head. Just thinking about it makes me laugh...I looked ridiculous:).
*sigh* Guess what's on the forecast for tomorrow?
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