Hail and damnation

I have a day off yipppeeee, and I have of course spent it wisely, having my haircut and shopping (well I am a woman what would one expect)? I did however purchase three more cushions for our beautiful new sofa, it's a corner/bed sofa, as you can move the pieces of it around and when in a square it is somewhat bed like, and very cool, needed some cusioning though so we now have seven primark cushions on it, they are really nice but as the sofa's quite large they called for quite large cushions, initially we had only got four and relised it required more fluffing so after my haircut which luckily I missed the hail (just) I trotted off to Primark to get another three. Now while I am all for saving the enviroment, I have to say that brown paper bags on a rainy day is not ideal, apparently they didn't have any plastic ones so they would have to do, well I managed to avoid the rain in town, but the bastard things were so huge and each in their own bag that I managed to clear a rail of clothes in one fail swoop in Miss Selfridges and nearly took a woman out in Boots. After this fiasco I decided to run for the tram and head home, while it was still dry out, although running was an issue as had choosen to wear a pair of jeans that are just slightly too big and no belt. Once on said tram I came face to face with three policemen (well two policemen and one policewoman) and a group of, lets say, older gentleman who to put it politely had, had a few. Although one did give me his seat, which was kind but a logistical nightmare with all my bags. Luckily they got off quite early on, but as the tram passed through the villages I realised the skies getting darker. I decided to attempt to leg it home, despite my jeans falling down (which reminded me of an halrious incident involving myself and two friends when we were in Italy a couple of years ago teaching and while running for the train one friend mentioned her jeans were falling down and the other decided to sing at the top of his voice 'Emma's jeans are falling down' to the tune of Londons bridge is falling down, all through this quiet little town we were in)! Anywho, I was almost home, I could see our bin (only one still out as usual) when the skies opened, down came the rain and out came by broken brolly, useless against the pea sized raindrops, then as quickly as it had started it stopped, all quiet, I took down my brolly. HUGE MISTAKE. Within seconds I was under attack from hail stones! Could I get my brolly back up, could I hell! So I got home soggy, broke (from the purchasing of new Ghd's and cushions), with a broken brolly, and damp cushions in damp paper bags!
All in all a successful day out , wouldn't you say?! :)