Mist defying

Spent most of the day peering at the mist enveloping us as three of the horsemen of the apocalypse – AKA the grandchildren – ran riot through the house. I managed to escape for half an hour in an attempt to get a photograph and all I got was wet.

People my have laughed and pointed at my hat as I passed but at least it did what it was supposed to do and kept my bald patch dry. The least I can do is take its portrait as a thank you. No one is allowed to mention the feather as it can get complicated.

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