Autumn leaves get their revenge...

A couple of days ago, it was results day for my work. 
Yay...not. I dread that day like a mouse dreads a trap that is about to snap off it's tail and diminish its' life.

It was like the world was against me. On Sunday I was coming home from a lovely weekend in Manchester and saw a pile of crunchy leaves, so like any adolescent teenager trying to clutch onto her childhood before being dragged down the desolate, blackened flaming road to Adulthood, I went for a little skip. Yes, skipping with a suitcase and two jackets under my arm like some sort of homeless bag lady desperate to chase after that last ten pence as it rolls down a drain.

I pretty much followed suit...Skipping through those leaves, hearing the gentle crunch of a crispy leaf brings back memories of my childhood. Whenever my dad had piled up the leaves a small, blonde, slightly pudgy child would run into them and send them flying across the garden over and over, I think it used to annoy my dad...but oh well!

Just a typical pile of leaves...waiting for the unsuspecting kid

within to trip up and be brought back to reality with a bump!

Point is...skipping through my childhood I failed to look where I was going...and might have missed the hidden drainage cover which I decided to fall over and I don't just mean stumble. I mean a 10/10 for stupidness, fell on my face, according to the boyfriend I belly flopped onto the floor and badly bruised my knee...I cried, like a baby. So I guess...I got reverted back to my childhood, me crying in the street for falling over...My coordination is erm...somewhat questionable. Me? I am a FAIL...but I am loved so I guess that's okay.

Weather 1, me...zero.

Leaving for my grade and my lecture I went outside and dear lord the heavens opened. It was as though someone was determined to make the weather rebel agsinst me. Falling rain that resembled a shower on full power, my Umbrella, with it's duck style head and the foot that I clasped onto made me rather happy with my predicament. I must have looked strange but that is why I like what I do. I try not to conform to other people's ideals. On the grade front, I didn't do that badly, you know compared to the falling incident...or the few people who failed...

So let the rain fall and the leaves hide their secrets, I know that I am meant for something, and I know that I am loved.

Goodbye my friends, this is The hormonal bag, signing off.