I was anxious-Part 13- I don’t hate Mondays

It's a typical rainy cold Monday in November. The roads are manic and the streets are full of students, mothers with prams and rain covers, shopping bags attached to prams bashing and bumping about. The homeless man on the corner of Newland sat with bin bags protecting him from the rain. The bus was really … Continue reading I was anxious-Part 13- I don’t hate Mondays