Trench coat horror

[caddyman]

There’s nothing quite like a summer without wearing coats to make you forget just how hot it can get in London when you have to wear one. Standing in the rain at Whetstone this morning, wearing my elderly and very venerable trench coat I was buffeted by early autumn wind and rain – there was even dragon breath in the less tempestuous moments. Unfortunately, once on the tube, or at least the section south of East Finchley where the line goes underground, the temperatures are still summer balmy.

When I got to Victoria I was in full wilt mode and rather too warm. I am now going to have to rediscover the method of keeping cool in the random weather period that is autumn, when it can be summer one day and winter the next and the temperatures are all over the shop.

Despite all my good intentions¹ earlier in the year, I still haven’t shrunk enough (probably even at all) to be able to make best use of my snazzy leather jacket, which I can still only wear open (or buttoned up if I don’t care to breathe and don’t mind watching the occasional button shearing off and embedding itself in the nearest wall²).

I see that it has gone sunny outside now. That suggests a nice, warm journey home.

¹I suppose there is a quote about the road to hell that I could insert here. On the positive side, being so unfit I should probably have to hitchhike on it and people are notoriously bad at picking up hitchers these days.

²Or more entertainingly, if more worryingly, embedding itself shuriken-like in some innocent passer by.

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