I might be a finalist for a Brilliance in Blogging Award (see right hand margin) but that's more or less the extent of my abilities. I really have no say about this here weather. Despite the fact that it was hotter than Hades last week, and the cloud cover arrived about the same time that I did, I really didn't "bring the weather" and I'm beginning to get a bit sensitive about the "joke". In fact, I was hoping for nice weather just as much as everyone else, as I had a family wedding on Saturday and really didn't want to carry an umbrella that clashed with my outfit. (And obviously, I was hoping that the bride could have the photos taken next to Tynemouth Priory, but it wasn't to be.)
Honestly, it's June fer cryin' out loud. Wouldn't you think we'd be able to at least hope for weather that didn't require thermals?
Ironically, here in the north east, the weather was "okay" (ie. dry) on Saturday, and we watched the Royal Flotilla with a mixture of horror and sympathy as the rain lashed down on the Queen and the crowds. I mean, talk about stair rods and soggy scones! Never mind, it gave all the inane TV commentators a chance to talk about the "good old British spirit", meaning that everyone just put on their plastic rain hoods and acted like they weren't soaked to the skin and freezing to death. Bless!
Don't worry folks, I'm only here till the end of June so there's hope for a decent July and August!