“Rain in London” generally doesn’t mean what we thought it meant. Instead of that drenching rain that’s so loud you have to yell over it, and has that uber-sweet grassy smell afterwards, you get what can only be described as a miserable trickle of whispy raindrops.
This also poses a dilemma of, “should I put my umbrella up, or keep it down”; see, when you put it up, you can barely hear the rain on it, so you think, “ahh, this is stupid, why is my umbrella up”. So you pull it down, and what happens? You start getting drops of water on your head. Up it goes again, and the cycle continues. It’s no wonder people go mad from the weather over here.
Anyway – today was rather an exception! When I came out of work, it was absolutely pouring down, in the fashion that would make any Australian weather reporter proud. Unfortunately for me, I was on a schedule – my 6 PM pilates class would wait for no-one. So I only had one option – to leg it.
I got soaked.
Well, that’s not entirely true. My jeans did indeed get absolutely drenched; so thoroughly were they soaked in fact, that by the time I got home, they looked black, instead of their usual light blue colour.
But on the contrary, my shirt was so dry, you’d think it had just come out from under the iron! Soaking wet on the bottom, bone dry on the top – it’s amazing!
And here I was thinking Superdry was just another brand name…
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Did you have your umbrella up? If not, I need a dress out of that stuff.
Now if you were wearing a hat…
doesn’t make any sense, are you on drugs dude?
The proof is in the pudding love – that is one, super dry shirt!
ha ha ha! proof is in the pudding, I love that saying!