Can We Believe What We See?

I look out of my window. The rain pours down. The people walk by looking dejected. They hide under their umbrellas. But I really need milk, because I want Corn Flakes. And I need Tropicana because I'm feeling slightly under the weather and I have a superstition that it's a magic cure-all substance.

So I grab my umbrella and prepare for the short walk to Tesco. I go down the stairs and step outside. No rain. Bright sunshine. Lucky me.

Fifteen minutes later I arrive back home. Up the stairs I go. Through the front door and in to the living room. I look through the window. Pouring rain.

I think my windows are telling me lies.

tags: small amusements