By my penny of observation

Well tonight was dependent on a few things. When I woke up this morning, I thought:

1. The weather - please don't let the rain be torrential
2. If it rains, please don't let umbrellas be allowed - I'm only wee
3. Good rainwear

Last week, on an impromptu 'we must do culture since we live in London', I booked tickets to see 'Love's Labours Lost' at the Globe theatre. Then as today grew closer, I started to pay a great deal of attention to the forecast because, of course, I paid to be a peasant and so stand for a few hours under the open sky instead of being seated under the wooden eaves. This means F and I were open to whatever the elements wanted to throw at us. At 4pm today, thunder and lightning, and monsoon-like rain pummelled my office building. Hmmm.

The time for the theatre came and the rain was a drizzle, wet enough to merit the rainwear. I have an enviable hood to my coat - there's no way the rain was going to get my glasses! (See how the girl in the pink coat is envious of the depth of my hood.) There were a variety of methods to keeping dry - newspapers on heads; plastic all-over coats from the Globe shop; and the lady you can see rummaging in her bag in this blip put said bag on her head, using the handle as a chin-strap.

Great fun!

And umbrellas aren't allowed so I could see. And it didn't bucket down so I didn't become drenched in my rainwear.