Drowned Rhodents

Rain, rain, go away...

If there is one thing I hate more than anything else, it's soggy bedding. There's something so uncomfortable about sitting down on one's bed and realising that the duvet is - not soaking - but suspiciously damp. No, this isn't a post about bed-wetting (well, not in the sense you're thinking of anyway). This is me ranting about the annoying, can't-make-up-my-effing-mind, moody Grahamstown weather.

When I woke up this morning and peeped through my curtains, the sky looked suspiciously grey. Nonetheless, since this is Grahamstown, I decided to don a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Sure enough, by 10 o' clock the sky was bright blue and the air was beautifully warm. Birds sang, trees rustled their pretty leaves, and I half-expected to see Snow White dancing through the corridors with her forest friends. As the afternoon wore on, a few innocent clouds appeared. Being the skeptical person that I am, I had the forethought to grab an umbrella on my way to my society meeting. And Bob's your uncle, it started raining just as I had to walk home. Due to my infamous good luck (holds up sarcasm sign) it was too windy to use an umbrella without the damn thing turning itself inside out and so my friend and I scurried home in the downpour, trying to avoid being concussed by one of the abnormally large raindrops. I hurried into the dining hall, soggy but pleased to be under the shelter.

Where am I going with this? As one writer has said, "If you don't like the weather in Grahamstown, just wait a minute!" This is actually a terrifyingly accurate statement. When leaving for lectures, the prudent student (hey I made a rhyme) would venture out in shorts and a T-shirt, carrying sunblock, a sunhat, a hoodie, an umbrella, a pair of wellingtons and perhaps a snow shovel in their bag to prepare for the onslaught of seasonal changes that occur in Grahamstown in a single day. The above scenario is no different to any other day in this bizarre little town - one could be horrifically sunburnt and drenched in the same day. Possibly in the same hour.

I left the dining hall after half an hour, congratulating myself on having thought ahead to bring an umbrella. My inflated pride lasted all of ten minutes; apparently I forgot to close my bedroom window before leaving my room for the society meeting. Now not only am I soggy, but my bed is too. Ah well. If I want to sleep in any comfort tonight, there is only one solution...time to get out the hairdryer.