Being drizzled on, from the train station to the office. Only a three minute walk or so, nothing too long.
Before you think that is a bit negative, it reminded me of my primary school years, where you got rained on and then could retreat to the warmth and comfort of the library. Curling up in the cushions, next to the bar heater, losing myself in Asterix, Tintin, Doctor Who, The Hobbit or any number of imagined worlds. Or chess gambits or military histories, on the non fiction side of things.
Before you think that is a bit negative, it reminded me of my primary school years, where you got rained on and then could retreat to the warmth and comfort of the library. Curling up in the cushions, next to the bar heater, losing myself in Asterix, Tintin, Doctor Who, The Hobbit or any number of imagined worlds. Or chess gambits or military histories, on the non fiction side of things.
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