And as I look out the window now it seems okay. Not fantastic, but it is March. In ireland. So I’m not surprised.
But on my way home it bucketed down. And typical, it was a day I didn’t get the bus as I had expenditure forms to drop off at another building, and once there I figured I’d walk on. Its only a 35 min. walk see.
Ach, while I was walking it started to rain. And by the time I was half way home bhí mé fliuch, fliuch go craiceann. I was a little annoyed at the rain at first. But by the time I was on Abbey St. I was quite enjoying walking in the rain. Haven’t done that in ages, and I knew I was heading home and could get dry and cosy. If I’d’ve been on my way to work it would have been a whole different story.
I’m reading this book at the moment, Nylon Angel and it isn’t very good. As a matter of fact it is a bit crap. But I think I’ll try to finish it anyways. If I haven’t by tomorrow I’ll toss it. There is one on my shelves about set in Florence, during the time of the De Medicis that might prove interesting.