A Soggy Day

Today I got wet. Very wet. Bloody rain. This dog knows how we felt - though he looks warmer.

So, Alex and I were cycling to supervisions (as you do), and, on the very first corner, Alex's bicycle decided that it no-longer wished to obey its gyroscopic tendencies and flonked onto the road, very nearling allowing Alex's legs to get squished by an oncoming car. As you can probably tell by the slightly jistful tone with which I write, Alex did infact NOT get squished by a car. I would certainly not be posting here if she had have done. On the minus side, she did get grazed hands and a big bruised knee, and, the Cambridge weather, remembering that fateful day in Octember when we ridiculed Thesporah the high god for his puny hail-stones, opened up and soaked us to the bone - even though alex DID buy a bike basket.

So, when we finally got to our supervision 20 minutes late and soaked, Holmesy was very understanding (concerned about the shock I may have experienced - oh Johnny, you Misogynist you) - and it stopped raining. Until we had to go to our Path supervision. When we arrived, it stopped raining - by the time we left, it was pissing it down again.

We were wet. We were cold. But we ate risotto... mmm

And then Vicky gave us bribery cookies.

Hooray!