Fog always puts me in a bad mood. You can’t see a blasted thing that’s more than twenty meters away. But that’s not why I’m in bad mood. I’m grumpy on account of I’m lost, and it’s not my fault. I was following a guy I had given a fiver to for showing me how to get to the station, when he decide to disappear on me. Now, I’m lost in London and down five quid. I’m tempted to ask if my situation can get any worse, but I push away the thought. I don’t feel like pushing my luck anymore today.