I’m adjusting to London Life pretty well, I think. And aside from the fact that I’ve developed a cold which I attribute to the constant damp that surrounds me, I’ve almost gotten used to the rain. It’s interesting, living in a city where no matter how cold it is, it’s considered a beautiful day as long as you can see the sky. (Although cold for me is relative here, considering how much snow I’ve left back in Canada.)
Before I left Canada I had a beautiful yellow umbrella that was given to me by a friend and I cherished it. I left it at home, because I am not that smart. Luckily, I was also given a wonderful black umbrella at my going away party. It was perfect; it fit in my purse, it had a little flippy button, and I blended in perfectly with the black umbrella masses. This is what happened to it.
First day in London: I love my black umbrella. I can’t wait until I finally get to use it!
Day 2: Still no rain
Day 3: Getting tired of carrying the stupid heavy thing around with me if I don’t ever get to use it.
Day 4: Finally some rain! Have carefully folded umbrella back into its case after letting it dry
Day 7: No longer care about folding umbrella. Is probably getting moldy because I don’t care about letting it dry either.
Week two, Day 12: Umbrella has let me down several times due to wind. Umbrellas clearly useless against gale-like forces.
Day 14: Carried around stupid umbrella all day but came in useful at end of night.
Day 15: Have left beautiful, magnificent umbrella in a cab yesterday. Has probably been stepped on or worse. Will never see it again. Hope it knows I loved it.
Day 17: Purchased new umbrella from Boots. This one has flowers.
Day 19: New umbrella is tiny but works fine.
Day 25 (today): New umbrella is tiny and of no use to anyone. Hate it. Also flowers are ugly. I miss my yellow umbrella. And my black one.