The morning was bewitched by blistering winds and hard-hitting rain, weather so harsh I feared that I would not survive. It was cold, merciless upon those who dared to venture out, as if we were meant to perish to extinction. I understand, however, of the harsh treatment and torture in which we endure from Mother Nature. She thinks we need watering so that we can grow, thinking that we could do with some exercise and toughening up. Streets riddled with inverted umbrellas, puddles large enough to submerge pedestrians in and a Monday morning too early to be dealing with this crap.
There's nothing wrong with Solihull and Coventry really, it's just me.
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