This rainy Saturday I opened my shop, drank coffee with a good customer and we talked about the weather, then I sold a dress I didn't really want to sell because I liked it for myself. I ran home, dodging the crowds of Japanese tourists waiting in line at the Roman Baths (go on a Monday, guys). Then I went to a steam fair, when I arrived the heavens opened and we got drenched, but it was OK because the lights were so pretty and the steam looked magical against a grey sky. We drove the bumper cars, and small children squealed, while The Beach Boys played in the background. We almost died on a pirate ship (no joke), and I almost fell trying to hold my sisters skirt down. In fairness to me, I wanted to ride the merry-go-round, but whatever. Then we got a cup of tea, and I burnt my tongue. It still feels all rough. By then, pretty soaked, I had abandoned my umbrella, and enjoyed the feeling of my hair getting all straggly, and my pumps filling with water, and not caring what I looked like. We ate candyfloss, and laughed, and had our fortunes told by old machines, like in that movie Big. Now I'm back home, my hair is dry and I'm cuddled up in a warm cashmere jumper, thinking about all these wonderful little things that I've seen and done today.