I have, I will freely admit, underestimated the heaviness of the rain today. Although, to be fair, it’s covered every type from spitting to bouncing down.
And it’s too warm for a coat.
So I have got quite wet today in my “I’m only going from home to the bus, bus to work, work to bus and bus to home” smugness of how wet can I possibly get.
And you know what, I have enjoyed every single glorious drop of it.
My normal reaction is to hunch in on myself, face screwed up against the elements. Not today. Today I have been exactly like Peter Andre in the Mysterious Girl video.
Enjoy your mental image, kids.
In work, however, despite the cooling rain and delightful breeze it has been a sweat-filled fun fest. Even with all the windows open, and all the fans going it’s been a veritable Jakey oven.
So, as I’ve been watching people walk through town in plastic ponchos (very much the 2000s version of the old foldable granny rain hats of yesteryear) I have been eagerly awaiting the end of work so I could walk in the rain. I even left a bit earlier so I could dawdle to the bus stop, whereas I would normally leave as late as possible and move as quickly as I could to remain as dry and/or warm as I could manage.
Just like Peter Andre in that waterfall.
Exactly the same.