Left In A Cab
When I first got back to England, I bought an umbrella (-ella, -ella) with a really cool handle that looked like a gear shifter. Sadly, on friday night I left it in the back of a taxi from Brockenhurst to Lymington (as the trains had stopped). I know in the grand scheme of things, loosing something like that is no big deal, and the universe will continue to go about its business as its been doing for billions of years.
But it was a really nice umbrella.
But it was a really nice umbrella.
