On rainy days like today, I love my raincoat. The big hood covers my dorky headphones, keeps my beautiful new €17 bob dry and frames my impish charm. It does impair my vision slightly, however, so my sincere apologies to the driver of the 15A bus (I was never the best at crossing roads anyway). Still, at least he saw me coming.
They saw me coming at the weekend too. I wore my favourite coat for my weekend's fishing trip, confident that I looked every inch the city sophisticate. "Look at you in your loud coat!" said Fish #1. Cue a silent and indignant huff, which went completely unnoticed. "Look at you in your loud coat!" exclaimed Fish #2 on Sunday evening, oblivious to Fish #1's earlier faux pas.