The properties of wool

The event:  a walk home from work this evening, 1 hr 10 minutes in length (without retail stop as noted below).

The weather:  variable rain, ranging from slightly drippy to what can only be described as monsoon force.

The entertainment:  a soundtrack of tunes from musicals which I sang out loud, commencing with “There’s a Wright Way to Do It”, from my grade 7 production of “Sky Happy”.  Occasional bursts of fireworks from post-Guy Fawkes displays.  I like the sparkly, tinselly silver and gold ones best. A stop at a book store, at which I purchased 5 books (which ended up slightly damp – unfortunate as some of them are intended as Christmas gifts, but hopefully the watery effect will just add to their charm).

My feet:  squelchy.  Comfortable in my MBT shoes, but I think the soles acted as little sponges.

My legs:  I had to remove my yoga pants in the front hall when I got home.  I probably could have wrung them out from the knees down.

My head:  resembles Ratty after a swim.

My neck:  protected by black pashmina, slightly damp due to water running down from head, but not bad.

My torso and arms:  encased in two layers of wool, including the Tilted Duster I knit two years ago.  Completely dry, toasty warm and comfy.

Evaluation:  highly enjoyable and a complete success, about to be brought to the pinnacle of perfection by hot chocolate.

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