It's back.
...and with a vengeance. Rain, rain, beautiful rain.....what! You don't want the rain? You have all spent weeks complaining about how hot it is, how there have been fatalities caused by the heat.
You've laughed at the girl from accounting who came in with sunburn and different strap lines.
You complained because you have to go home and spend your evening watering your plants for once.
Your kids complained because it was too hot for them to go to school and work even though the. First thing they do when they have a moment is go outside, run around and get even hot still.
You complained when Tescos put up the price of basic bottled tap water from 17p o 26p the opportunistic scum.
You lay in bed at night praying for the heat to go away so you don't have to sleep in a pool of our own sweat.
"I have listened to your prayers" said God "and I shall grant you your wish."
Thunder, lightening of almost Biblical proportions......
Rain that lead to floods and flash flooding turning our streets into rivers so wide that only Moses could part them.
"What? You didn't want that either" said God.
"What do you want?"
The trouble with the British is that the only weather that we are truly happy with....is no weather at all.
A day when it's warm enough to wear a short sleeved shirt and shorts but without feeling cold.
No rain,snow or sleet and no wind to muss up your hair and give your cheeks that country farmer pinkness.
....and no sun.
Well it needs to be there, but kind of hiding behind cloud cover so that I don't need to go out and buy new sunglasses 'cos I've just found that my old pair are broken in the glove compartment of the car 'cos normally I don't get a chance to use them other than when I drive East in the morning or West at night.
There God. That is the ideal day for the British.
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