As I expect you’ve noticed its been a little wet these last couple of days. Since starting cycling to work its been a matter of course that I check the weather whilst eating my breakfast. The BBC of course is my source of irrefutably accurate weather reporting. Monday was fine,  though there was some rain forecast I managed to get to and from work without getting wet. Luckily so as I had made no precautions what so ever. Tuesdays forecast was a little more severe, however I was a little late in getting up so didn’t have a lot of time to prepare suitable clothing. At the last minute I found a rain jacket but completely ignored the fact I was wearing jeans and clumpy pourous shoes. And alas didn’t pack a change of clothes. Suffice to say I arrived at work somewhat drowned and had to sit at my desk all day long without leaving for fear of ridicule at the wet patches about my person. To make matters worse the buildings air conditioning decided it would be particularly breezy sending me into the depths of near pneumonia. Typically the rest of the day the clouds relented their emptying, though I later realised some divine force had intervened to make sure the clouds were as heavily laden as possible before my cycle home. I learnt my lesson, so today I donned some shorts and packed a change of clothes.