Lord in heaven, it is raining. No, let me rephrase that, it is pouring, absolutely sodding pouring. And my feet are soaked. Why are my feet soaked you ask? Because David had the bright idea to wear leaky cloth shoes on his walk to work.
This is exactly what I’m talking about- failure to connect with a functional wardrobe.
Idiocy, pure idiocy. Where in hell is a blow-dryer when you need one?