The sun has got his hat on. But I haven't.
In which Rakky once again demonstrates that qualifications are no indication of the ability to function in the real world.

This particular foible of mine irritates me more than anyone; however, recently I have come to suspect that some of the other, more patient people in my life are also beginning to find it a little trying.

I have a total and utter inability to dress correctly for the weather. It does not matter how many weather reports I read or hear before leaving the house, I am 100% guaranteed to be wearing the wrong thing. 90% chance of a downpour? I’ll leave the house in espadrilles and a dry clean only sweater, forgetting completely to bring a coat. Temperature in the low 30s, with high humidity? Polo neck and a pair of knee boots. I don’t know what happens, it’s like I check the BBC for the day’s weather, then in the 10 seconds between that and opening my wardrobe door, I simply forget the information and put on whatever ill conceived clothing choice my tiny, fevered little mind has decided for me.

Whilst the person who suffers most from this is clearly me, it has begun to affect others. I am constantly soaked or too cold or too warm, meaning I end up either having to borrow a jacket, or simply spend the time whining about my discomfort. When I went to see The Stone Roses at Heaton Park, given that it was in Manchester, the chances of rain were pretty high. Did I consider this? No. Did JeffTheDogFucker have to frogmarch me to a shop and force me to buy wellies, provide me with a waterproof jacket, and pack me a bag containing useful items such as sun cream and alcohol hand wash? Damn right.

I also have a pathological loathing of umbrellas (*), meaning that even if I don’t have a coat with me, I don’t give myself the option of carrying a brolly round just in case.

I fully expect to catch pneumonia at some point. And no one should have any sympathy for me. Because I am a stupid, stupid bitch.

(*) they’re useless if it’s windy, you have to give up one valuable hand to carry them, people poke you in the eye with them and I’m scared of being a lightening conductor. I should probably just be put out of my misery.
(Rakky (forgot her password) The muffin maverick, Fri 5 Oct 2012, 11:50, 3 replies)

That's mipressive dizzyness
even by my own pretty high standards.

I am most intrigued, however, by the affectionate moniker "JeffTheDogFucker". Have I missed the backstory to that one?
( Ugi , it's a game of give and cake, Fri 5 Oct 2012, 12:16, closed)

JeffTheDogFucker
is a fellow B3tan, most often found posting on Off Topic. The name came from a long ago thread about, unsurprisingly, a man called Jeff, who fucked dogs.

he is most known for shit puns, a penchant for 80s TV and being an all round nice chap. who as far as I know, doesn't fuck dogs.
(Rakky (forgot her password) The muffin maverick, Fri 5 Oct 2012, 12:22, closed)

'tis a fine name.
And I am relieved to hear about the lack of dog fucking. I don't wander over to Off Topic that much so I must have missed him.
( Ugi , it's a game of give and cake, Fri 5 Oct 2012, 12:50, closed)