Monday
– rainy
Tuesday
– wet and rainy
Wednesday
– windy and wet and rainy
Thursday
– freezing and windy and wet and rainy
Friday
– horrible and freezing and windy and wet and rainy
I
now understand why British people are obsessed with the weather. It’s on the
news (and I don’t mean only the weather bit of the news mind you), it’s on
social media, it is on everyone’s minds and in most conversations. “How
terrible is the weather? Yes… I know… ghastly! Is it still raining? Can you
believe the rain? Floods everywhere…”
They
have a real point though, because the weather is really awful enough in the UK
for it be the topic of conversation, because there comes a moment when you look
out your conservatory (built to harness the heat from the non-existent sun) and
think to yourself “I simply cannot believe just how crappy the weather can be.
Really. It seems almost surreal that weather can be THIS bad… but it is. There
you have it. More rain. More wind. More freezing temperatures. More misery pouring
from the sky onto us poor folk down here.”
The
weather in this place is news worthy, of that there is no doubt.
Personally,
I must say I like the rain. Nothing beats this weather for a cuddle on the couch
with a good book and an even better cup of coffee. But that’s not my reality! I
have two young boys and who want to play play play, and who until four months
ago, lived outdoors. They’re now stuck inside with nowhere to go. Bored and
listless. Peering out the window at the slightest hint of sunshine, only to be disappointed
when the dastardly clouds steal it away from them the next moment.
This
weather sucks. It really does. What I would give for a day free from wind or
rain – I’ll settle for dry even if it’s cold, thank you.
