What a lovely time of year

There are few things more soul-destroying in this world than waiting for a bus in wind and rain only to have it drive by full, splashing you as it goes. Not a good start to the day. I can't help feeling bus drivers take some sort of sadistic pleasure in covering you from head to toe in slushy mud. I sometimes think I can hear them cackling as the bus disappears around the corner.

I can't help feeling this wouldn't be an issue if I lived in the Caribbean.

Wet morning

Yeah, it's raining. A lot. My pants are wet. I'd put them on a heater to dry but, firstly, people in here wouldn't appreciate me walking around without pants (well, a select few would but most wouldn't).

And, secondly, we have these really crappy heaters that basically work 24 hours after you turn them on. You can't just turn them on and get heat. Oh no, that would be too much to ask. Some might even call it greedy. No, you wait your 24 hours and gauge the next day whether the setting is to your liking. It stores the heat overnight or something. Not really sure why but, for wet pants, they are no use to me.

But it seems everyone in here has wet pants too so I can't even pull rank and force someone to switch with me.

Seen the trailer for that Star Wars Clone Wars film? Looks absolutely stone cold dead. Completely lifeless.