The weather forecasters are telling us that another wet summer is expected.
Hey ho, what can you do? I think that I’m becoming more and more accepting of my fate where the weather is concerned.
If we anticipate every moment to be a dreary waterlogged one, then it can surely only be as predicted or get better?
And you know what I found out recently?
The Spanish Armada – yes, the very one which was defeated by cunning and the help of a major storm, the ferocity of which pushed the Spanish ships around Scotland – happened at the end of July.
If the weather back then was as pants as it it now, why I am trying to pretend that 1976 will return?