Splash!

Okay so what do you get if you cross a pair of fake Ugg boots with a full day of rain? Dizz in a puddle!

Let me explain. When I got dressed on Monday it really didn't look that wet. And I was really rocking my wide brown belt slung low on the hips, with the skinnies, and the tan coloured Ugg-alikes. Little did I realise that it was going to rain quite as much as it did. I got a bit soggy on the walk to work in the morning but hey, I can live with soggy. What I cannot live with is finding myself sat in a small river posing as a puddle (see how I tease the story out there...)

4.30 rolls around and I decide that I need to finish work early as I have to rush off to Primark to buy cheap yoga pants that will stay up when I start my running next week (that's a whole other post just waiting to happen, you know I speak the truth). By this time, the rain has been pouring all day long and there are a lot of puddles. Big puddles. Deep puddles. Oh and did I mention that it was windy as well?

I'm hurrying along at my usual pace, doing pretty well to dodge the puddles, hang onto my umbrella and my bag that keeps falling off my shoulder and my funkay lunch tin that came from San Fran. Until I come to a gap in the buildings. This is the point where the events all unfold one after the other and I have no control over them. It happens like this, narrated in 3rd person like proper story:
1. Reach gap in buildings
2. Huge gust of wind
3. Dizz umbrella blows inside out and almost out of hands
4. Whilst battling to control said rogue umbrella Dizz steps unknowingly into small river posing as puddle
5. Stupid Ugg-alikes with no grip on sole, plus small river, plus greasy streets of town=Dizz losing her footing
6. In true comedy moment style Dizz lands in the middle of small river, flat on her backside
7. Thankfully Dizz backside well padded so no bruising
8. But stupid Ugg-alikes will not allow Dizz to get a grip in order to stand up
9. Dizz flails around in puddle (silently thanking god that no-one is around to watch the humiliation) laughing and groaning all at the same time
10. Dizz finally admits defeat, and puts gloved hand into small river in order to get a grip and stand up
11. Dizz slips and slides her way out of the puddle only to realise that her right glove is absolutely wringing wet, as is her lovely coat, her skinnies, and yep, right down to her pants - soggy Dizz.

Oh blog readers how soggy I was. But! In true Dizz-style, nothing was going to stop me doing what I'd set out to do, so soggy and squelchy, I dripped my way down to the shops, bought loads of good, cheap clothing, and headed home.

I oh so kindly didn't sit down on the bus so that the next passenger would be forced to endure the sogginess. And I also told several people what had happened. All who laughed long and hard I have no doubt. As am I. Still. What a giggle!

The Ugg-alikes are still drying out. I'm not sure I hold out much hope for them surviving the tale. The rogue umbrella has been replaced by a new one. With stars on it. And the Dizz backside is bruise free. The Dizz pride may however be a little dented, but still, what better way to get over it than to share the tale on this very blog. I hope you've enjoyed dear readers. And always remember: when it's raining, wear SENSIBLE shoes...