Rosie stood there, wet, cold and bedraggled. We had missed the last bus and been forced to hitchhike. Unfortunately, no-one stopped and we'd walked the whole way, 10 km, in the pouring rain. To add insult to injury, Betty's cake shop had been closed.
'He can call his own damned ambulance!' she cried. 'Serves him right.' The worm had turned!
'Go and have a hot shower love, get into your onsie and I'll make you a nice cuppa.'
For all today's misfortunes, I felt that at last ...