In the house where I grew up, we had a foyer. There we were able to take off our rubber boots (“arctics” we called them), and our shoes, and leave them there to dry. We didn’t have problems with wet clothing, but we were able to leave our cold weather things in the foyer before entering the house proper.
I’ve had dreams like this about being back in college; it’s a week before exam time and I haven’t done the reading, I’ve missed too many lectures, et cetera et cetera, and then I realize that I graduated years ago.
I can’t really blame Val. She’s actually right.