The one that got away

The air smells so fresh, doesn’t it? Like those times in your life when you remember it rained for days and you wished you’d been born literally anywhere else in the world. But take the air in, take it deep, like something between a gift and a curse. Take a big gulp. The rain doesn’t have it in for you. This isn’t personal. The BBC Weather app told you this very morning it would be lovely all day; hence you decided to keep walking after lunch. It isn’t the rain's fault; it’s the BBC’s.

Keep telling yourself that. Yeah. And as you do so, let that deliciously crisp, invigorating, cold, wet, vicious, hateful air into your lungs – and then scream every single terrible word you know. Keep doing that. Keep that virtuous cycle going. It won’t make you feel calmer, but it might warm you up a bit.