I give up with the UK climate, or should I say the experts regarding it.
Six years ago, we pulled back the patio curtains and were faced with snow. Lots of it, which as far as I remember hadn’t been forecast.
It was Maggie’s first confrontation with it (apart from some artificial stuff at a Christmas Market the previous December which tickled her nose) and once her wariness had subsided, she wasn’t at all bothered.
Hubby checked the weather forecast for today.
We are having a furniture sale over the holidays in the hope of off loading beds, wardrobes, tables and chairs etc as they will be surplus to requirements should we eventually move.
According to the newspaper reports, today is going to be the hottest Easter Day on record. It probably is, somewhere else.
According to the BBC there is a ZERO percentage chance of precipitation.
This is the UK, it always rains!
According to the Met Office, it’s going to be a bright sunny day.
Not here mate.
According to the radar picture, light showers were headed our way.
Sounds about right.
At 7.15 this morning I pulled back our personal and reliable weather forecast (our trusty curtains) and …….
IT WAS TIPPING IT DOWN.
We had breakfast. It rained, and we watched.
We had a second cup of tea. It rained heavier and we sighed.
Hubby checked the radar again.
‘It’ll all be over in quarter of an hour, then we can take the dog out.’
Cue instant alert, whining, excitement, pressurizing with toys, pacing, more whining, more rain, more tea.
Our ‘sale’ was advertised as 10 am to 3 pm, so at 9 o’clock, raining or not, we were going out of the front door towards the car. Our Bat Capes were in the boot,
as was Maggie’s little jacket, so we could face the elements without too much of a problem.
When we got to the woods, the sun came out.
We had a very pleasant (dry) walk, and got home a couple of minutes after 10.
No-one was clammering in the drive to come in, so we put the sign out, unlocked the relevant doors, put the kettle on to make a brew and settled down to wait.
Haven’t seen anyone yet.
It’s not raining at the moment, though the wind is picking up.
I can’t say it’s sunny, but there is a yellowish hazy fuzz behind the clouds.
It’s not cold, but then I’m not sitting here in shorts and a tee-shirt.
Time to put the kettle on.