It’s rare that I check the weather forecast. And so it happens that I get caught in rainstorms with no brolly or send children to school wearing wooly sweaters on unseasonably warm days. The flip-side is that I never let a bit of drizzle get in the way of a good plan. Imagine how many picnics have been cancelled due to a rainstorm that never comes. When you grow up in a town where it rains (or there’s a chance of rain) almost everyday of the year, you just accept soggy toes and damp hair, and get on with your day. But a pretty brolly, is never a bad idea.