It’s pissing rain today.

My theory is that the weather is trying to make up for the embarrassment that was Storm Whathisname. Mind you, it’s just wet and mild with not a breath of wind so it’s a poor excuse for an excuse.

Anyways I packed the dog in the car and headed down to the village as I fancied a coffee [and a chat] and Herself was out of fags. It wasn’t until I started driving that I realised just how heavy the rain was. Fuck! And I had promised Penny a walk.

There is a shop in the village that is not much bigger than a phone-box. It puts me in mind of Stephen King’s Needful Things because the shop seems to have a weird knack of stocking whatever I am looking for. In the past I have bought wooden puzzles, kitchen tools, lighter gas [and flints] so today I went looking for hats. Of course they miraculously had a fine selection, though they probably won’t have any tomorrow to make way for something that someone else needs.

I’m not really one for hats. I have had a succession of caps that made me look like a deep-sea fisherman but they all suffered from the same problem – my ears and glasses got wet. So naturally the shop had a fine but small selection of wide brimmed waterproof hats – just what I was looking for. Weird?

I bought one and decided to road-test it. I went for a long walk in the pissing rain before going for coffee.

The hat worked perfectly. My glasses had neer a drop of rain on them and my head was dry. Brilliant. Unfortunately the dog was not only knackered but was soaked to the skin.

I must drop by tomorrow to see if they have a selection of hats for dogs.

Doubtless they’ll have a fine selection.