Not dressed for anything, really

There is a part of If the sun doesn't kill you, the washing machine will (a memoir about a man living in Qatar in the early 90s, as I did), where the author (Peter Wood) recounts following the weather report in the newspaper, which claims that it is hot and sunny every day. To be fair to the Gulf Times (which we used to buy on the way to school from the sellers at the roundabouts for 1 riyal (a brownish banknote) on weekdays or 2 riyals on Thursdays), this was almost always accurate. However, Peter Wood rang them to say that their forecast was wrong when it rained very heavily, to which they replied that they were not forecasting the weather, but reporting the previous day's. The next day, the forecast/report still said that it was hot and sunny.

Anyway, I digress from my original reason for opening the update window, which was to write that I am always dressed for yesterday's weather. On Monday I was wearing lightish (weight, not colour) trousers and top, with a light hoodie. It was chilly and it rained on me. Today I am wearing a thick cord skirt with thermal black tights, and I was far too hot in the bus. It's not that I actually expect Edinburgh weather to be predictable or anything, just that I am apparently not intelligent enough to make the leap from "I was dressed wrongly yesterday" to "I should check what the weather is TODAY". Anyway. I am also wearing a bright pink top with see-though skulls.

I am rather enjoying reading the comments to the Guardian article on the Poetry Society. They have degenerated into doggerel and puns.