Caught in the rain.

My husband insisted that I be there for 5.30pm on the dot. I was not to be late. So, knowing it would take me five minutes to walk round in the rain and the gales, I left on time. I was unable to even put up my brolly for fear of it blowing away in the storm. Windswept and wet, I knew he'd be at the corner waiting and a smile crossed my face as I ran the last few steps, finally reaching my destination....

He wasn't there. It was exactly 5.30pm and he was nowhere to be seen. So I began to walk. And walk and walk and walk. Eventually, the glare of the headlights caught me like the proverbial rabbit and he must have realised his fate, when he saw mascara running down my face, hair plastered to my head and the useless brolly, pathetic at my side.

A mug of tea has been made, a bath is being run and a contrite husband looks forward to being forgiven. Goodnight.

Atchooo!