and ears and mouth and

The nice brisky coolness was good for the shortish walk to the audiologist this morning, where the boy's ears were pronounced fine. The lack of zippy pockets in my work trousers meant that my phone was safe from the brief hailshower in the afternoon, which coincided perfectly with leaving the building to head to the dentist, though the utter non-waterprofosity of an employment-shirt meant it at least acted sort of like a pith helmet and helped to cool me down.