rain rain go away

Sunday evening and the rain has hit Carmarthen with a vengeance. I write this as if rain is something unusual for someone who is from Scotland and is now residing in Wales. Well of course it is not. Rain is something I am used to but it doesn't stop me, or anyone else from the sparkly Great Britain, complaining and moaning every time we return from a reluctant trip outside with our wet hair plastered to our foreheads, or frizzed up in random directions. I think this is justifiable. Rain requires grey, unless we're thinking of unusual summer warm pleasant rain or those glorious moments when we spot a rainbow, and grey has never lifted the spirits. Rain aggravates us. It sparks moaning which leads to misery which drifts into dreaming of a wonderful land where the sun always shines, which returns us again to a resigned defeat that we are stuck here for the present and do not have the means to travel to the land of sunshine and happiness.

For example, yesterday I made my way down to town to enjoy a tasty veggie burger and chips despite the light drizzle watering down the sunset. Company was good as was the food although I could not say the same for my friend who took one bite of his meaty burger and slipped off to the toilet for fear of vomiting over his chips. That's what drink does to you, I felt like saying, but as soon as I looked outside at the ever increasing rain fall and sunk deeper into the sofa my laziness, which can only be assigned to a hangover, took over and I knew I would have to fork out a couple of quid for a taxi home. So I wrapped myself up and began walking towards my house, which passes my friends, knowing I would soon come to the main square where, if I was ever going to get a taxi, that's where I would get one. As I reached the square I thought everything was lost, I couldn't see a taxi, but just then my friend pointed out one just sitting there. Waiting for me. I felt a small boost of energy and sighed with content at the thought of sitting in a warm, dry car that would take me to my front door. These thoughts all skipped through my head, but as soon as I reached it the taxi drove away. My fingertips brushed the handle, I felt so close to a dry warm seat, but it was taken away from me. I was livid. Of course, my friend found it hilarious and I have no doubt that if it was me I would also be laughing. But it wasn't me. I was so absolutely happy that I would not have to walk home and every profanity I could muster came hurling out of my mouth when I was faced with the grim fact I had to walk. Of course I was soaking when I got home spurring me to dream of lovely wet weather wear that I shall be adding to my 'to buy' list.

Number one has to be an umbrella. I do own a couple, but they are in tatters which may come as a surprise to no one. This particular one can be found in Topshop . It reminds me of one I used to own which I snapped up on my travels in Japan and resembled a harajuku girl parasol. Unfortunately,when I was in my own world, as I often am, I walked underneath a car barrier as it was going down and it was trampled in a very Warner Bros way. The one I spotted in store was plain white, unlike this poppy one, but it has the same feel. The frills around the end and the old fashioned hooked handle give it a Victorian parasol feel, but protects from the rain which is handy. Another thing about the umbrella is it means you don't necessarily need a hat or a waterproof coat unless you're going trekking or the wind is against you. I am also not a huge fan of raincoats apart from once when I thought I would buy a Little Mermaid one from the Disney store because it was so cute and the flared sleeves and triangle cut intended for 11 year olds made a lovely 3/4 length sleeved baby doll coat, which of course I never wore. The next time I required a waterproof was for the dependably rainy festival season and a 'kag in a bag' which can be found at most outdoor stores such as millets, is ideal for such situations.
But, this brings me to my favourite and last years most fashionable wet weather item which is, of course, wellies. These can be found anywhere, its just finding them at a reasonable price for something that if you can only wear when it rains otherwise you do look a bit foolish. As long as they have a quirky pattern then its fine, like at funky wellies . The leopard print ones being an obvious favourite.
However, if you don't feel like braving the wet weather which is my own sensible choice, nothing to do with the fact I have lots of work to do, then I suggest finding out what's on the telly. Go to tv guide to find out what's on. Sunday night's a brilliant night for easy to watch Blockbuster films and Freeview is showing Men in Black, Ace Ventura and About A Boy. Then there's the newest mindnumbing telly like Big Brother: Celebrity Hijack which I'm sure many people have vowed not to watch and have become entangled. I have to admit that I will get excited if there is a good celebrity on, although so far only Russell Brand entertained me. Peaches Geldoff is incredibly annoying and Janet Street Porter...OK I'm not talking about Big Brother. That's the worst thing to do.
No. No TV tonight. Just hard work...of course.