As you know, I stopped driving six months ago and last week my old car drove off with his new owner.
My aim over these months has been to walk as much as I can, and to occasionally have a lift from my dad and hubby.
Well for a while that went really well; the walking was doing me good and I had so far managed to avoid any downpours.
Until a few days ago that is.
It was time for the school run which involves an almost two-mile walk that is usually quite uneventful.
However, as I headed out of the house, I could see in the distance a huge black cloud, heading over the horizon.
Refusing to accept that it was coming our way, Betty the Bichon and I started on our walk, but after 10 minutes the heavens opened and down came the rain like a gigantic blanket of water.
No warnings; no teeny drops to tell us it was coming; just one humungous shower of disaster, pounding down on our heads.
Betty stopped in her tracks and it was all I could do to convince her that we had to carry on, and after a few more minutes we took something of a shelter in a nearby bush.
My hair was plastered to my face; my make-up was gone and my trousers were drenched.
I needed windscreen wipers for my glasses, and don’t get me started on my shoes and socks.
Just as we were about to drown in a sea of English summer weather, along came my dad who had been told by my mum to come looking for us.
What a welcome site, and as we poured ourselves into his car; dripping all over his seats, I couldn’t help but wonder... could it be time to give up hoping for sunny weather to walk in, and go back to being a car owner?
The jury is out on this but it could very well be a possibility.