How do you find the positive in a day when it’s lashing down with rain, it’s cold to the point of freezing and you’re being swept along Albert Road like Mary Poppins?
Your brolly keeps blowing inside out and you’ve just dropped your gloves in a puddle whilst a speeding taxi cab has just soaked your designer coat.
Have a good rant, that’s how!
Moaning has become something of an art form in this country.
So what else angers me? People who think they can walk in a straight line while engrossed in their mobiles, but who actually weave across the pavement, suddenly stop and seem to have no spatial awareness of folk coming in the opposite direction.
Aaah, that feels better...