venta

The weather today was fairly cacky, so I decided that - given my 25 minute cycle ride across Reading - it was time to break out the big guns. I looked for my woolly hat.

And, sadly, didn't find it. However, ChrisC stepped into the breach and lent me his fleecey hat, which did a very good job of keeping the filthy drizzle off me.

Now I look inside it, I see the label: Handmade in Squamish

I've been wearing a cthuloid hat. I didn't even notice the tentacles. I suppose they've entered my brain now :(