sour

It was a gorgeously warm spring afternoon and we were up on the Downs throwing the Aerobie around. People were playing catch, frisbee, football, rugby, lacrosse (it's uni territory after all), walking with pushchairs, exercising their dogs, having picnics, even kitesurfing. And there were lots of joggers. Behind me a young woman was out running on her own. As I bent down to pick up the Aerobie that had flown over my head a bright blue car approached, passenger side window wound down; there were two toots on the horn and from the window a young Home Counties accent shouted, "Beautiful!" as the car passed the jogger.

My heart sank. The sunshine dimmed. The temperature dropped. And suddenly I wasn't having as much fun as I was before...