Sunday, 20 January 2013

The Weather

I fell ill on Friday but decided that I should go to the Tate Collective meeting today, despite my runny nose and chapped lips. I left the house in such a good mood, with a purse full of feathers, glitter, sequins and all things Glam! I put my umbrella up to keep the sleet out of my face and it almost snapped in two.

I slipped on the ice, I hurt my side and I began to cry. I struggled to get myself up from the ground. I eventually reached the station, cold and wet. I had missed my train. I'm supposed to be in Liverpool but instead I'm sat here writing this because I didn't know what else to do. I don't like Sundays.