Had a rainy day in Perth today, but in Freo in the morning it just spat & sputtered, so I dressed lightly (tee-shirt & jeans). Later, it ganged up on me.
I left a customer premises in Northbridge, got half-way to real eves (shelter) & it started hammering down. So I ducked under a lone eve & waited.
After about 5 it mellowed just a little, so my frustration got the better of me, & I dashed through it for the real eves. Just as I arrived — <click!> — it stopped completely. Grumble, grumble.
Later, as I waited at Joondalup train station, it came thundering (literally) down after I’d had a clear walk from Candlewood (after missing two busses one close after the other).
Strolled onto the train, wondering whether to stop at Stirling en route or not, & the announcement came over: “this Perth service will run express from Joondalup to Perth.”
Hmmm. Decision made.
However, the timing for several little things arranged itself just fine, so it worked out well in the end.
High adventure in the big city? Well... no, but it meant that I well & truly met my exercise quota for the day.
Why is this important?
Well, my mass fell 5% in the first 2 weeks after being told, & my cholesterol levels by 0.2, so in a month or two I should be back out of the danger zone — (-: & due to the adoption (at a friend’s suggestion) of banishing chocolate from the house, should stay that way. :-)