We've got sneaky rain here, the sort of rain that appears suddenly out of a blue sky

Before the first downpour came, I had a coffee at Charlie's, and then went into town. I picked up some bread, and then went for a haircut. I need to find a new barbers, the Iranians have doubled their prices, and I'm only in the chair 5 minutes. There are junkies coming in trying to sell stolen goods, and instead of chasing them out of the shop, they're placing orders! I had one eye on the barber, and one eye on my jacket!
The sun came out while I was in the shop, and it looked like the makings of a nice day. I decided to get a coffee and a sausage sandwich at a cafe I used to frequent a decade back. Their prices have gone up too, and the sandwich didn't taste great, neither did the coffee. The waitress was an.absolute misery
I came out into a downpour. There were more junkies huddled in doorways, openly inspecting their recent purchases, and begging aggressively from passers-by. It's got rough down near the markets these past couple of years. The cops seem to leave the ne'er-do-wells alone, maybe preferring they stay in the same place, and away from Leeds' swankier streets
I ducked into a small supermarket to escape the rain, stepping over the street-drinker slumped in the doorway. I couldn't find much I wanted to buy. Outside, it was raining even heavier. The drunk outside had roused himself, bidding me a slurred Good Morning, and waving a paper cup.
I walked through the rain, and boarded a bus back home. The sun came out, and I was soon back on my street, in what's considered a tough neighbourhood, but which is actually friendly, and pleasant, and a long way from some of the streets of central Leeds
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