“Well it isn’t a cheap one, and it’ll be good in the rain.”

“But my legs get soaked.” He observed as he looked down at his bare legs, clad in only thin white knee socks.

“It’s only rain, Michael.” His mother replied, dismissing his complaint. “Your legs will dry out quick enough.” She suggested. “When I was at school we used to dry our wet socks on the radiators.” She added, reminiscing her own school days.

“Can I take it off now?”

His mother nodded and Michael began unfastening his overcoat. His mother took the coat from him and hung it on the coat hook by the mirror. Michael began heading upstairs.

“Where are you going?”

“You said I could change,” Michael replied, clearly puzzled.