Photo February Day Twenty Six

Scenes from Under the Umbrella

Two very rare things have happened today.

First up, it's bucketting down in Melbourne. An inch of rain in about three hours. It was wonderful. Proof I'm from the country at heart - rain makes me happy.

Although I wish it wouldn't rain between the hours of 7.30 am and 9 am - as it really stuffs up the traffic and it puts the trams out. I got to the tram stop at 8.05am. I walked into the office at 9 am. Normally, when it is not raining, I can walk to work in 50 minutes. Grrr.

Second rare occurence - I had an umbrella with me.

I'm normally one who doesn't have an umbrella. It has to be tipping down for me to take one with me. Most other times I just let myself get a bit damp and deal with it later. My hair is always messy so you I won't bugger that up. I don't wear that much makeup - and that can be fixed. Clothes dry in half an hour - it's just water. Unless it's bucketing down. In all the years I lived in London, I rarely carried an umbrella.

Today, the rain was sufficiently heavy, I grabbed the Manet brolly, given to me by a friend for my birthday a few years ago. 

It feels quiet strange to be standing under a brolly under people who are standing under a brolly.

Though there is a part of me who would love to experience Paris in the 1870s - what a glorious time that must have been, although the scent of damp tweed would not have been pleasant.

The scent of wet dog would have been all pervasive - not unlike the scents taken in on the tram this morning.