My plans to go to Caerphilly, second-largest castle in Britain, were scuppered today by my lack of one more pound coin to make the three-pounds-eighty exact change for a bus fare.
While I was slinking to Barker Coffee with my laptop (knowing that by the time I broke my five-pound bill on an americano, it’d be too late to bother catching the later bus), the universe informed me that coffee, too, was not to be. Remember how I whined about getting my jeans splashed by a passing car? I should not have whined. On the sidewalk en route to Barker Coffee, a speeding convertible treated me to a puddle bath. This wasn’t a few drops of water on my jeans. This was turn around, go back to my room, change clothes, towel off my hair, and transfer all my stuff into my other school bag. Even my glasses were beaded.
I was feeling too riffraffy at this point to show up at classy Barker Coffee in laundry jeans and wet hair. Eventually I washed up (pardon the pun) at the library, where I wrote happily if somewhat soggily for the next six hours. I will obtain a pound coin and make it to Caerphilly this weekend.