I don’t know, what part of ‘wet and miserable weather’ do I not understand? It seems that, despite a whole weekend of apocalyptic flood reportage in the papers, my own blog entry for Friday, 20 minutes of hyperventilating flood warnings on the Today programme this morning and a weather forecast of heavy rain for the whole of Southern England, the part of my brain that decides what I should wear in the morning (no point asking me, I’m asleep) decided not to bother with a jacket. Or an umbrella. Or, indeed, waterproof shoes. Something to do with the fact that it wasn’t raining then, I suppose. And also because I did have my cycling jacket, which is waterproof, but is really not seemly for non-cycling wear. That – coupled with the fact that I also decided it would be a stunning idea to do the long cycle ride to Battersea this morning – meanss that there is no part of me now that is not soaking wet (yes, indeed, blogging is the first thing I do when I get home). And there’s something really very unpleasant about cycling not just in steadily dampening jeans, but in a wet shirt overlaid by a waterproof but not terribly breathable jacket.
But I do wonder exactly what I could wear that would cover all circumstances. My day consists of a 20 minute cycle ride, a five minute wait on an exposed and shelterless platform, a 25 minute air-conditioned train ride, a 10 minute walk in everything this summer chooses to throw at us (blizzards?), and a day spent looking at least passably professional in an air-conditioned office with its phasers set to stun. Oh and only one small backpack to carry my many outfits in. So to show that I can take the fashion advice as well as dish it out: readers, the floor is yours. What would you wear?