English Winter is a Bitch

I just decided to nip over to Aldi and get some fast food so I won't starve tonight while figuring out how to consider procedural knowledge in paper-hat-making instructions (don't ask). The English winter has arrived. It´s not just the rain that bothers me, the nasty bit is actually the wind. It´s absolutely stormy and always coming the way your umbrella isn't pointing towards. That renders an umbrella practically useless. Indoors it sounds like the house is falling apart and the lights are flickering. I wonder why. Electricity is under ground (unlike telephone, oddly enough). Does that mean that the whole city is flickering like that? Must be awesome to go up on a hill and see that (but I guess you would get blown away). Anyway, so on my short way around the corner I still got absolutely soaked. And that all for some curly fries.

Having arrived at home again, Lauren decided to cook some spaghetti and meat balls for everyone. Great.