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Damp
This morning, while half the country is nestled in a comforting blanket of snow1, it is raining stair rods in London and is much milder than yesterday. I can’t pretend that I wanted to drag my carcass out of bed, but eventually I did and here I am in the office.
In addition to the soggy trench coat, which is cheerfully dripping on the office floor, I dug out for the first time in many moons, my favourite fedora to keep the rain off. When it’s not windy or too mild, I like to wear a hat, but frankly, over the past 18 months or so there have been very few days when the weather hasn’t been just too warm or too windy to make the effort. Anyway, I wandered into work today looking like a cross between Sam Spade and an over indulged Indiana Jones. Texas Smith, perhaps. I would have said Alaska Smith, but I can’t use the biggest state in the Union when I know that there are larger examples of humanity out there; we’d have to start going continental and that would be plain rude.
1viz. Up to its ankles in slush.
In addition to the soggy trench coat, which is cheerfully dripping on the office floor, I dug out for the first time in many moons, my favourite fedora to keep the rain off. When it’s not windy or too mild, I like to wear a hat, but frankly, over the past 18 months or so there have been very few days when the weather hasn’t been just too warm or too windy to make the effort. Anyway, I wandered into work today looking like a cross between Sam Spade and an over indulged Indiana Jones. Texas Smith, perhaps. I would have said Alaska Smith, but I can’t use the biggest state in the Union when I know that there are larger examples of humanity out there; we’d have to start going continental and that would be plain rude.
1viz. Up to its ankles in slush.