It was a stupid idea. The sky had been blue and cloudless for too long; it had to change for the worse. And it did. The bus was an hour late and we sheltered under a tree waiting in the downpour. Harriet was very patient.
I wasn't.
The sun came out as the bus arrived and it suddenly felt like the day would be fun again. You can see Harriet in her stripey cardy reflected in the window. She enjoyed our short bus trip very much.
The bus home didn't turn up, and we waited in the second (obligatory) downpour with no shelter this time. Luckily Harriet was covered in her buggy and snuggled under her coat. She was warm and dry.
I wasn't.
The replacement for the bus turned up after an hour's torrential rain. It was a mini coach and the steps were completely prohibitive for a pregnant lady with shopping and a toddler. I snarled at the driver to leave me behind. I must have looked a funny sight, drenched, miserable and angry.
Scott came to the rescue and the bloody sun came out.
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