Friday, 18 September 2009

Sometimes...

…you reach that point when it’s simply impossible for things to get any worse.

Trudging, cold and drenched, to Euston station at night in monsoon-style rains with shoes so full of water that they both squelched and sloshed at the same time, after a slightly hysterical day at work while being lied to and avoided by estate agents, knowing that the car had broken down and we had no lift on the other end of the train journey and faced either a 40 minute walk in the rain, or an extortionately priced cab-ride home… we reached that point. Becky and I kept telling each other, each time our shoes scooped up even more water from the rivers running down the pavement, that was the low point and everything simply had to get better…

Happily we were right. Things are looking up.

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