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Down came the rain
Monday, November 26th, 2012 12:22 pmWell, THAT was a rain storm.
It is not my habit to sit in the office with my boots off, but today I think it is either that or a reasonable chance of developing trench foot. The boots don’t leak, but then again, there’s nothing to stop the water from getting in the top. Hopefully half an hour will do it and then I can put them back on.
As we were getting ready to leave the house this morning, it occurred to me that it was rather dark for 8.10am even for this time of year. It had clearly been raining during the night, but I wasn’t sure it was raining at that precise moment. I turned around and grabbed my jacket and looked up out into the back garden again. This time there was no doubt: it was raining. It was raining your proverbial curtain rods. Or is it stair rods? Anyway, there was a lot of water coming down very fast.
In the five or six minutes it took us to get to the High Road, my fedora was pouring water onto my leather jacket. My trousers were wet and shiny, I could feel a trickle of water down my side where I had forgotten to fasten a jacket pocket closed and the water had got in, soaked through the jacket lining and my shirt and still have enough momentum to move south.
My feet got splendidly cold and soggy because of the water running down my legs from my trousers.
I have largely dried out, now, but I still have my boots off and will continue to do so for a while yet.
It is not my habit to sit in the office with my boots off, but today I think it is either that or a reasonable chance of developing trench foot. The boots don’t leak, but then again, there’s nothing to stop the water from getting in the top. Hopefully half an hour will do it and then I can put them back on.
As we were getting ready to leave the house this morning, it occurred to me that it was rather dark for 8.10am even for this time of year. It had clearly been raining during the night, but I wasn’t sure it was raining at that precise moment. I turned around and grabbed my jacket and looked up out into the back garden again. This time there was no doubt: it was raining. It was raining your proverbial curtain rods. Or is it stair rods? Anyway, there was a lot of water coming down very fast.
In the five or six minutes it took us to get to the High Road, my fedora was pouring water onto my leather jacket. My trousers were wet and shiny, I could feel a trickle of water down my side where I had forgotten to fasten a jacket pocket closed and the water had got in, soaked through the jacket lining and my shirt and still have enough momentum to move south.
My feet got splendidly cold and soggy because of the water running down my legs from my trousers.
I have largely dried out, now, but I still have my boots off and will continue to do so for a while yet.