Bad day
I was heading back from the match this Saturday evening in the foulest mood possible. It was cold, the heavens had just opened up and by the time I got home I would have made a two hundred mile round trip to see my side get smashed four nil! I was feeling oh so sorry for myself and thinking that things couldn’t be worse. Just as this thought crossed my mind I drove past a rather amusing sight at the side of the motorway, a group of women in bright pink hen party t shirts walking along the side of the road in the pouring rain looking like drowned rats! A few miles later I saw their minibus which must have broken down! It was only a few miles to the nearest town but walking it was a bit brave in this weather, I guess there is always someone worse off than you!
