Yesterday was quite dramatic weatherwise; it started warm with just a few wisps of cloud and by lunchtime it was hot (lunchtime being a mirage perhaps) but by four it began to dramatically cool off. Then a rumble of thunder like a thousand barrels being rolled into a thousand cellars (I miss beer, haven’t had any for weeks now) and another, and another, still a fairly clear sky but with clouds and rain in the distance, the way you can see rain as it approaches, those hazy blurred lines coming down from the sky like the angels on Jacob’s ladder, and then oh my god, the rain. It fell down, bouncing almost as high as an elephant’s eye, deafening the utility room with its plastic roofing and being altogether a half-hour wonder, what with the thunder keeping it up all this time with its crashing and banging. I used to tell people in Spain that an English summer was three fine days and then a thunderstorm.
‘And then three more fine days and another storm?’
‘Nope, that’s it.’
But now summer begins in April and then halts for a bit; goes backwards, sideways, does a double minaret* with pike and comes back again with a vengeance, setting in and staying around like a bad house-guest till around October. I have to admit I do like the hot weather, but it makes me sick at heart when October comes with not a hint of frost, only an unseasonable damp. It makes me think that we should all die out and give the planet a chance.
How was your weekend? Mine was good; I spent Saturday in the garden and did so little that I couldn’t sleep properly, so I made sure of doing more on Sunday. This included a Quaker meeting via Zoom, a fruitless shopping trip and – duh duh DUH!!! – cleaning the car. I’m ashamed to admit that I haven’t cleaned it since I got it about 3 1/2 years ago. It just didn’t look dirty enough…
Happy Monday, stay safe.