Everyone's A Weatherman

The weather at the minute is my least favourite. Sunshine from Monday to Friday and then it rains on the weekend combined with it being sunny when you walk to work so you leave your umbrella at home and then you're caught in a downpour on the way home. It's as if spring is wrestling with summer and determined to remind you that it'll be back sooner than you think. Talk about a depressing forecast:


We're supposed to be BBQ-ing this Saturday too so it might end up being an umbrella special. I would think it's amazing how much money people spend on outdoor seating in this country for the 5 days of sunshine that we actually get and then it sits getting dusty in their sheds and garages to be dusted off the next year on a renewed optomist hue of a better summer than before, especially when people take up gossip regarding weather patterns and future sunshine potential. "So and so told me June was to be good" or "So and so said it's to be a summer like 1974". It's really vague and yet if enough people say it, that optimism grows into fact and then it's really disappointing when we don't get it and you can never remember who told you so you can punch them in the face for delivering false hope. So the next time someone tells you that the weather is due to be really great at some time in the future ask them who told them that and I bet they can't tell you. Then punch them in the face.