Alexa told me it might rain ( 0.2mm ) at 4 o’clock yesterday.
I went out and met my buddy Omer the refugee. We went to the View from the Shard. Well I only buy one ticket and he goes free as my help.
Anyway it rained… and rained… and rained. The view was just mist and rain and greyness and it was packed up there. Probably people ‘ working from home’ as there weren’t any kids.
At some point we had to leave and brave the return trip.
Jesus when I eventually got to Kew, the roads were 6 inches deep in water. 0.2mm my arse.
Thankfully cars didn’t just scream past me and soak me In huge waves…of spray. Well they weren’t going fast enough to do that by and large, but drivers showed me compassion, I have to say.
Yes I got wet, but it wasn’t so bad because it had actually stopped raining.
Jeez to be a refugee. He’s a maths professor at home. If he goes back he’ll be jailed, he thinks deprived of his heart medications in jail … and then soon die. Here he stacks shelves in Sainsbury’s. He earns minimum wage, pays 2/3 of his earnings on his YMCA room, sends home nearly all the rest. He has less than £90 a month left for himself, from which he has to eat and pay for the bus.
His family only phone him to ask for more money.
His children don’t want to know him.. because he left them… well actually he escaped jail. If he had stayed then he’d almost certainly have died, as he wouldn’t have received the heart care he needs.
Either way he lost everything.
I know how he feels.