Fucking FURIOUS

I went to get our veg from the market by myself today, because Myv went to the voluntary Stats recap lecture (since I did stats for A-level, I am already so bored in the mandatory lectures that I felt it would be fine for me to miss this one.) Fine. I got enough veg and fruit, etc, that I could actually carry it easily for once, even though it's so windy here that my umbrella was in constant risk of turning inside out and I was still getting wet anyway because it is raining cats and dogs. Fine.

But then this fucking ASSHOLE bus driver went straight through a deep puddle right in front of me and soaked me from waist to feet. Luckily my hoodie mostly caught it in the pocket, so my t-shirt was dry, but I was plastered in jeans from thigh to ankle, and it was NOT COMFORTABLE.

This may sound funny - and I'm sure it will be later - but right now I want to murder this guy in cold blood, the fucker. (Not even cold blood, I suppose, since I'm basically sitting here growling.)

If it stays this wet, I might stay in tonight. I really, really, really hate going out in the rain.