Wet, Blistered and Tangled.

Imagine the scene. It is early morning in the city on a gloomy, windy day. Country girl (ahem) is standing at the bus stop, one hand holding a large suitcase which seems to continuously want to tip over, the other holding a much needed coffee, laptop bag handle over forearm, and umbrella held in place with right armpit. She is anxiously awaiting the bus, which never comes. Did I mention it had started raining? Continue reading “Wet, Blistered and Tangled.”