So, I started the day out in full knowledge that it might rain, but I had plans to go catch up on some museum exhibits before they closed (Cy Twombly at Tate Modern is pretty wonderful if anyone is in the London area) and figured I would be inside while it rained. With this thought in mind, I decided to wear heels (a rarity on my part, mostly because I cannot stand the aches and I am not nearly dainty enough to wear them regularly).
I forgot about the forecast while being overpowered by Mr Twombly's masterful giant canvases within...but when I left the sky looked like this:
And well, who in their right mind wears heels to a museum exhibit? On a day forecasting showers? Silly old me. But I came prepared.
And so, my day ended with me looking like this (just before running into wagamama to avoid the rain):
The moral of the story being: when the sky opens, it's best that I have both feet firmly on the ground.