How come, when you're at work and you look out the window and see the clear blue skies, as soon as you leave off work all the hosts of Heaven decide they suddenly need to take a piss on your noggin?
BUT... as soon as you traverse the car park, and ease your sodden self into the drving seat and switch on yer wipers - the rain has instantly stopped! So, you drive off to the Business Park to buy a bed, park up near the long stretch of bedding emporiums, exit the car and WHOOSH! The heavens open as you dash into the nearest purveyor of slumbering utensils. As soon as you get in - dry as a bone outside.
After darting through several bouts of rain twixt furniture shops, you order your bed and make the long trek back to the brum... just as The Deluge hits! And as you slip your bedraggled self behind the wheel and switch on the wipers - a clear view is presented!
So off you drive home, and as soon as you approach the drive - hail hail hail, goes the icy storm, and you try and get in the house and drop yer keys and the car won't lock and there's post behind the door and you wish you'd worn a big coat from car to door.
Needless to say as soon as house is entered - the air is bereft of icy droplets.
I reckon someone's been invoking them mystical forces against me! I can't be coincidence that as soon as I go outside it rains, and inside it immediately stops.
Maybe someone's following me about with a garden sprinkler. One of them shady stalkers with a hose fetish, dousing me with fluid coz they reckon I stink to high Heaven and need a shower.
Or something!
