The Fine Day

Fine days are coming to an end. The Bureau of Meteorology is planning to drop the word fine because most people do not understand it, erroneously thinking that it means nice. The Bureau use it to mean not raining. But not not extremely windy.

Today was extremely windy. Pliny caught the bus to the city. Through the windows of the bus she could see the red prayer flags fluttering. There were white letters on them which said SALE. There was a wind even on the bus, in the region of the floor. Pliny watched as an obese man ate an entire jar of chocolate covered almonds, nodding his head and rocking.

In the city she stood in the middle of King William Street waiting for a tram. The tall buildings blocked out the sun. It was a wind tunnel and there was nothing to shelter behind but a post 10 cm wide, and a small boy with a purple bucket and magenta spade, and his family.

On the tram 2 people who hadn't used deodorant were standing right next to the door. Luckily this was because they were getting off at the next stop. Pliny was then able to sit down. She hoped she wouldn't be late getting to Moseley Square.

(to be continued).