When it Rains, it Pours...on Little Stalky's Head!

My God we've had some random weather here recently.  After the mental winds from a week or so ago we've now had mental rain.  And when it rains here it really rains!  Poor Mystical Roo was out on the balcony again unclogging the drain so that our front room didn't get flooded.  I think it rained all day and all night.  And of course Little Stalky was working and so had another fun trip in the pouring rain.  But remember everyone, I'm now prepared!  With waterproof trousers, waterproof jacket and amazing leopard print umbrella. I'm pleased to report that the umbrella made it safely to and from work and was not nabbed or attacked by any rogue wind.  No, yesterday it was pretty much just the rain and a lot of it.  I had a pretty successful trip to work and it was only my feet that got wet.  I know that my trainers don't seem to keep out the water but I thought I'd try it again anyway.  Save wearing plastic bags around my feet (and I know this has worked before) I didn't really have any other option.  I didn't walk into a telegraph pole this time but I did walk into a tree.  I really must learn to watch where I'm going but I have to hold the umbrella at such an angle that it obscures my view.  So I stumbled into this tree, wobbled a bit, muttered a polite hello to the tree and then continued on my way.  It was at this point I realised my waterproof trousers had started foaming.  Foaming!  I have no idea where this foaming has come from.  I can only assume that it's washing powder or something.  So yesterday I turned up to work foaming at the legs.  How delightful!  I also met some ducks on the way into work, which was cool.  I nodded my greeting to these ducks whilst chuckling to myself at how it was lovely weather for ducks.  I'm so witty.  The ducks accompanied me a short while before becoming distracted by something more interesting.  Typical ducks.  I think my colleagues have become accustomed to my turning up at work kitted out in wet weather gear and leaving puddles in my wake.  I'm not sure if they noticed the foaming at the legs but no one said anything.  I'm going to have to look at those trousers.  They'll no doubt be used again in the near future and I don't want to become the foam girl or anything.  Who knows, next time I might become enveloped in a huge ball of foam.  Surely that can't be a good thing.