so, I don't even know how to use a comma and now I am messing about with semi-colons hmm

me: do you think it's possible that there is volcanic ash in the flat?
Chris: no
me: what is all this black stuff?
Chris: dust
me: oh

3 minutes after this picture was taken the sky went grey and we got very wet very quickly. My favourite kind of rain; no messing around with floaty, misty drizzle. No. Big intense, decisive buckets of wet. So, we ran home and then...

...I couldn't find the keys and then...

...Our neighbour arrived and let us into the communal stair. The last time I saw her I was in exactly the same situation and this time I responded exactly as I had done then. I entered into an over exuberant and utterly unnecessary description of my problem and explained that my keys were probably still in the flat door. She didn't respond beyond a kind of bambouzled pity face whilst backing up the stairs.

The keys, of course, were in the door but please don't tell Chris as he will probably remind me for some time that my actions were not safe and that anyone could have let themselves in the flat. Then I would enter into an over detailed wondering of what the said letter inner would take and perhaps they would really like all the plastic crap that has infiltrated every room and would the intruder think that our bathroom was a bit out of date? and so on and so forth.

Is it only Monday?