Very rainy and windy today; my brolly blew inside out and broke at lunch. Walked home after work in the rain, sans brolly, thinking about how nice it will be to get into warm, dry sweats and have a nice glass of warm scotch. Reach home, realise that not only am I sans brolly, I am also sans key. No convenient key in the flowerpot, so I decide to walk over to the market and shop (slowly) while I wait for Phil to get home. Shop slowly enough, looking bedraggled, so that all store employees assume I must be shoplifting. Go home, let ferrets out since I still have time to kill. Ferrets not amused by being out in heavy rain, so they climb my trousers, leaving torn fibres and ferret stink in my good wool trousers. White sweater is all covered with black footprints and ferret stink. I am cold, since I didn’t want to get my good coat all stinky and dirty, and took it off. Very, very wet, and still being assaulted by wet, angry ferrets. I put them back into their warm, dry house. Stand outside in rain, waiting for Phil. I can hear the TV, and hope that our elderly neighbor doesn’t take pity on me and invite me in, since I don’t know her and it would be embarrassing. Realise that TV noise is coming from our house, and there are lights on, so Phil is home and hasn’t bothered to look outside and see where I am. Start to pound on the window, and see Phil looking out with a “oh, THERE you are” expression. Decide against killing him – am too cold, anyway. And that pretty much sums up my day.