Rain, Rain, Go Away…

It’s 8.14am and I’m out of breath in a wet white shirt and what would be a lovely grey skirt suit when dry. I just manage not fall on my face again as I stumble up the stairs. Unfortunately, I am unable to show off some of the majestic rage I feel right now so I‘m resigned to whining, grumbling and wishing I was already rich and had my black taxi-helicopter…