Wet wet wet

It's also been really cold cold cold. And it would happen the day after I obtain a lovely new summery top to wear, too. It looks like I'll be getting those elastic-waisted flannel trousers after all...

Last night was a double-duvet night. Sleeping under two duvets is normally reserved for mid-Winter, so I'm thinking it's only a matter of days or weeks before I retrieve the electric blanket from storage as well.

This morning the rain was so hard that, in the ten minutes it took to get to the bus stop, I was completely soaked from the hem of my rain jacket downwards. My boots kept my lower legs dry, but my white'n'wobbly thighs were only covered by the inadequate skirt I was wearing. It's made of that material which doesn't take long to dry, but feels really cold and clammy in the meantime. When I got to work, I had to be careful where I sat because I kept leaving damp patches.

I had a major preggy moment last night - I forgot to go and have dinner at my mum's. It's a big deal because dinner with my mum has been a standing date for the last, oh, twelve years. Not an engagement I should easily forget, yet I did forget, and only remembered when the boy mentioned it to me half an hour after I should've left.