... you know whereof I speak.
That cold, wet part that only happens when one forgets to pack spare trous, and never quite dries until mid-afternoon. Spare trous being one of life's effective rain-warding amulets.
Today I vindictively left the spares hanging in the wardrobe. Behold and lo, I sit in comfort.
Give it up for Jim2, everyone. His Citadel of Generally Quite Nice remains unassailable.
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