Gridlock & Memories

If you ever have cause to come to Sheffield first thing in the morning, say around 9am, and it's all planned and you're all set and the keys are in your hand to lock the front door behind you and you step outside and there's the very slightest drizzle in the air then stop, go back in the house, put the kettle on and ring whoever you're meeting to tell them you want to rearrange. For a dry day. Because if you ever live in Sheffield you'll know that rain/drizzle/moisture means GRIDLOCK. And gridlock in this city means, as it does in most places, MISERY.

There was one single glimmer of goodness. Whilst sat in my car, I watched a young mother pass by with her children who were both covered in those rain hoods that are like a poncho and a hoodie combined, fluorescent in colour. It reminded me of childhood holidays in Scotland and my brightly coloured waterproof coat and red wellies. Happy days. I even managed a smile and a few butterflies in my tummy. They're the kind of memories I cherish. Thanks Mum & Dad. x