For those of you that don't live in England, the rumours are true - it rains
all the time. And myself, being decidedly British, thought I could conquer all things rainy and go out wearing my blue t-bar sandals. 'You're mental' you say? Well hear me out.
I've been cooped up in the house all day, and so I decided to go for a walk to the shop. I looked outside and the weather was miserable, so dressed accordingly (black skinnies, black tee, black leather jacket) as if I was mourning the death of the sun. I then ventured into my wardrobe to try and find some appropriately morbid footwear, and my little sandals just looked as if they were lonely. As I shed a tear (metaphorically) about how those little sandals needed to be worn and loved as they once were in happier times, I slipped them on, adding a bit of colour to my otherwise funeral-esque outfit.
So off I went, skipping down the road towards the co-op, in the rain, without an umbrella (looking back this was also a mistake, but us Brits are hardcore). On the way I was whistled at, I think the sandals were the main cause of this, and even though it was flattering, I decided to walk the long way home to avoid them. Another mistake. It was like I was Bear Grylls, walking through mud the same consistency as what I imagine are at the gates of hell, puddles as big as the nile, and weather that had turned from what had been a gentle drizzle to a tsunami from the sky.
My feet are now as blue as the sandals, and I will be sticking to my wellies from now on. Thanks England.
(sorry about the odd angle of the picture, I lost my camera in Dubai and so had to use my webcam on my mac - not easy!)
