Here I walked all drenched and cold, wishing for my beautiful warm bed I had just left and the beautiful mug of tea I would be having had I just stayed home and thought it too wet to get out and go to church. Not sure if I can survive the wet shoes and wind blowing on my face, I turned to my friend and said “We need to go shopping.” Mind you, this is England.

For you who know nothing about this place, let me enlighten you in terms of weather. The weather is unpredictable. That’s about it (kidding).

On a serious note, the weather can be “WET” and “VERY WET.” These are the terms used for rainy days in Britain. (It’s a wet day today is what you would hear). It can be wet to the point that if by chance you put on the wrong pair of shoes in the morning like me, you would end up spending money you didn’t budget for. It’s like you have to be bonded with the weather to know which shoes to wear and not wear. Then you might ask me about weather forecast, and I can tell you that they have been predicting snow for the last few months and it hasn’t snowed yet. Back to me and my shoes.

Here we are trying not to be blown off by the wind, not to mention the rain that comes with it and my shoes get soaked and we haven’t gone half way to church. The umbrella did no good and we had to protect it from the unpredictable winds that destroy umbrellas to the point that you look up to heaven and thank God you were created human not an umbrella.

If I was an umbrella living in Britain, I would hide behind shelves to avoid being chosen for the rains. The winds reap them apart without mercy, making me wince on their behalf. O where was I? O Yes. Shoes.

So we stopped by a supermarket where I got gumboots. You probably are wandering why I didn’t just go back home and skip church or Why I had to buy shoes just because of a little rain and wind.

If by chance you live in Africa and love the nice rich warm rain and coolness it brings after a hot day, then I envy you right now. However, if you plan on moving over here, then I shall make it my assignment to educate you on British weather, which I myself, am still trying to comprehend. England weather is on another level. When it rains, it means it is warm and a hot day during winters. When the sun shines in the winter, don’t pack sun lotion on and think it’s a good day for the beach. On the contrary my friend, make sure you find the warmest coat, hat and gloves in the cupboard, and gear yourself up. OK. I am done rambling.

As I was saying, my feet froze from that little rain and wind. I had to get out of those cold wet shoes as well as my socks and enter the boots. I was told to prepare for winter not rain in the winter, so I prepared for snow which didn’t come.

We finally got to church 20mins late and found two slots to sit down. As I put my stuff down and tried to preserve my body heat, a tiny little hand took hold of my cold freezing hand. I glanced down and this tiny little, hmmmmmm… I can’t remember the colours of those little eyes, was looking up at me. I was so taken aback that it took me a few seconds to respond. He was a darling. He let go off my hand, then took it again, all the while smiling up at me. For those of you who do not fancy kids, this little angel would have melt the walls around your heart. His little gleeful smile took my breathe away. The frustration of being wet flew out the window. I however became conscious of his parents looking at me with smiles on their faces. My hands were cold, I mean very cold, although they had just come out of my warm gloves. Now you are getting the picture. Don’t play in the rain over here if you are used to dancing in it like someone I know.

At that moment, I thought I should let go off his little hands, but they clasped around mine so firmly, that I could do nothing be fully grasp his. I looked up to heaven and asked God silently, “is this your way of apologizing?” (hehehehehe. Gleeful smile). I laughed and smiled down at him, nudging my friend next to me.

All this while, he was sitting on his daddy’s lap. He had looked up at both parents with a beautiful smile, as if to say, “she needs me and I think I am doing something right.” Then he turned his head back cheerfully as if to say “They said its ok.”

That little gesture from a cute adorable, loving and year and half kid (guessed the age) to me was a special gift. I made him “My little Angel.”