When I looked up and saw the sky, I took it as a sign. Little bits of cloud were peeking through a hole in my cheap black umbrella in the midst of stereotypical London rain storm. In the moment, there really isn’t anything you can imagine that could be more symbolic than a hole in an umbrella on rainy day.
My sister’s been pushing me for a while to get back to blogging. Rather than accept that I’ve been careless with my umbrella, or that I should’ve sprung for the more expensive one, I’m going to assume that the umbrella Gods agree with her.
Talk to you later,
- A Winter Favourite: Ruffle Umbrella to Sweeten a Rainy Day (ezibuy.com.au)
- When It Rains… (steph4themoon.wordpress.com)
- A full week and a weekend in London – Almost unheard of (londontownxx.wordpress.com)