402. Dress code

 A strange sound woke me up this morning. An irregular patting, a loud splattering and oh goodness me would this be rain? Real heavy tropical rain. I get up and pull the curtains. It is. Real bucketing down tropical rain. The ocean is not there anymore as it has been replaced by an ocean of thick fog.

I am not sure what to think of this. I mean there has been a lot of clouds and a lot of showers but this is wellies and waxed jacket weather.

‘You didn’t tell me to bring some waterproof wear, did you?’

I do not want to sound too accusing when speaking to Miss Organiser.

‘Mum! Don’t be silly, you don’t need boots!’ I see her roll her eyes. It’s almost as if I’ve missed this. Well, not quite.

‘And the rain won’t last and it’s hot and then the sun will come out and you’ll dry up quickly. We only wear tatanes here whatever the weather.’

I wonder if my Birkenstock qualify as luxury metro tatanes or just tatanes. I do not ask because I do not want an other lecture. She might be in her element here but hey I am still me the perfect mother. (That KWay she packed is proof enough.)

When we go out and I she packs the KWay that I bought her so many years ago I say nothing even though I want to just to see that you rolling of the eyes again.