The wrong trousers

I've been strapped to the computer wrestling again with the club newsletter today so it was a smashing surprise at lunchtime when Jen rang to invite me out to lunch at Spoons.  Much catching up followed over sweet potato and corn soup (a first!), then I walked home.  Heading over the hill I felt the wind rise  and the blue sky disappeared behind an ominous grey cloud.  When the hail started I realised I was wearing my thin summer walking trousers.....

The only supermoon I've seen today was the several exercise balls rising over heads at pilates.  Too much cloud and too wimpy to head out late to catch it.  So my blip is of the road rapidly but briefly being whitened by the hailstones.