But unlike a welcome friend, I wish it would simply sod off.
I’m talking about the rain.
We had to take one of the yellow rain suits back this morning as the hood had not been seamed properly.
Not that it was a problem, the sun was out, so we didn’t need to wear it at the time.
It was changed without fuss, so we are definitely ready now, but I admit I am in no immediate hurry to test-drive them.
Actually, we’re supposed to have thunderstorms this afternoon, so I was glad Hubby dropped me off by the grain house on the way home and I walked the dog along the lock front and back to the Marina.
She performed as expected, so although there is no rush or necessity to take her out again just yet, when I go up to the ladies shortly I’ll take her with me.
For years, the weather in the UK has been the brunt of jokes and one of the favoured topics of conversation. I suppose it’s one of the safer subjects as no-one can be held responsible and it doesn’t tax or shaft you for a percentage.
It’s not that I actually mind getting wet, it’s just being able to dry off that is proving a challenge these days, but we won’t be defeated.
According to the Environment Agency website, the water level here has risen by half a meter. That’s a LOT of water when you consider the area it covers.
Mind you, we are living in a Marina and the river Avon is just over the way, so there is literally water, water, everywhere (but we have a lot to drink!)