The rain was awful. He came down in one very long water wall right in front of the car and the wipers were useless even in their fastest wiping speed…it was the same like standing in the middle of a wasp nest and trying to brush off the stingy things with your bare hands…eventually you’d just give up…somebody cast a spell on the car in front of and transformed her into a motor boat. She was leaving a trace of expanding waves behind, which we had to cut through like an ice breaker through the ice…the supposed-to-be 2 hours pleasant journey through picturesque shires turned out to be a troubled sail along the motorway in visibility near to the point where nothing is actually visible anymore…my eyes were tired to a pain and I had to hold on to the steering wheel tight to avoid the giddy feeling of sea sickness on the road…
So this was what has happened on my weekend…well, apart of attending two wild parties and a brief visit to the Jam factory in Tiptree on the way back. Hence this journey in between of them, since one happened to be in Essex and the other – back to Oxfordshire…I feel like I need a weekend to have a rest from this weekend…why they don’t do double weekends, I wonder?!
So this was what has happened on my weekend…well, apart of attending two wild parties and a brief visit to the Jam factory in Tiptree on the way back. Hence this journey in between of them, since one happened to be in Essex and the other – back to Oxfordshire…I feel like I need a weekend to have a rest from this weekend…why they don’t do double weekends, I wonder?!