Footsteps in the hail (mine)
I can't believe I'm going to say this, but I got caught in a shower of hail walking home late tonight and I kind of liked it. There had been hail earlier as I waited for the tram too and it still hadn't melted, so I crunched along the footpath listening to the little icy balls ping off my umbrella. It was dark and there was no one around. It was my own private hailstorm.
It was bloody freezing though (an apparent temperature of -5C). It's been an unseasonally cold, wet and windy spring day and although I didn't enjoy getting wet on my way to work this morning or having my umbrella whip inside out about 20 times, part of me relishes the novelty of unseasonal weather.
But I was pretty happy to get home, drag out the flannelette pjs again and get into bed with a hot water bottle. Gonna snuggle down now and fall asleep listening the soft patter of rain on the roof.
PS I don't have to set my alarm either. Ace.