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Just as we headed out on a joint expedition to the Guide Shop (for an unreasonably unseasonal Brownies Baseball cap) and Tesco (last ditch attempt to buy plain gingerbread men for Brownies to decorate into reindeer on Friday) it began to hail. Horizontally.

This was mitigated by my meeting the most gorgeous black Labrador at CHQ. Whom promptly patted and had an allergic reaction to. Had to use their sink (which I’m not supposed to do, apparently).

I’m really getting into using my season ticket, bought because the last two cyclist accidents wigged me out as much as they did Mum. For peace of mind all round I caved. Being on the tube hasn’t stopped me stepping in puddles. Am still soaked.