You may have seen that the West Country was hit by unexpected snow last weekend. I was out early, so missed the snow, but contended instead with driving rain and sleet. By the time I got home, I was soaked to the skin and freezing cold. My only consolation was the fact that I had achieved my stated aim of making myself everything a knitwear model shouldn't be.
What you can't see is the pouring rain. And no, I don't have a pot belly - it's an optical illusion. The jersey under the not-so-waterproof is half black, half blue.