Flowers in the Rain

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

I introduced Olly and her pal Jacky to the word "dreich" today. 

Because it was. 

Not that I mind. I kind of love the damp and the dark. As I may have mentioned previously, I suspect I was a slug in a former life. 

Nevertheless, the three of us had a lovely lunch together. I say that. We went to Mojo (which is like Pret) and asked for eggs on toast. 

"I'm sorry but our chef is out for lunch," the barista informed us.

It took a while for this to sink in. 

"Their chef has gone for lunch at lunchtime?" I asked. 

It didn't matter. We all got toasties instead and it seemed to fit the weather. 

After work I got DRENCHED walking home from the train station. But again, I didn't mind. The rain was warm. It wasn't windy. And I sort of enjoyed the sensation of rain running down my nose and dripping off the end. 

I wondered it this is what it feels like to be a tree. Or a gargoyle. 

It surprises me that rain can make me this happy. Maybe I would make a good gargoyle.

In the next life.

S.