I suppose that forecasters are of bad fame generally, as people like me might be tempted by the idea of blaming them for the weather. But...giving you a 'four days of sunshine coming your way' forecast and slamming you in the face with the usual puddle of gloom is just plain vicious!
Today is alkA and I's date-day. Sami is in kindergarten and we are free to roam the streets and coffee shops of Manchester with joy. Backed up by the promising forecast of last night, this morning I was feeling quite hopeful, despite the fact that the THREE of us are sick and spent the night sniffing, coughing and sneezing. Illness doesn't stop us anymore. After two months you kind of have to get on with your life despite the technical difficulties of tons of tissues and a red nose...
So, even though we could sum up about four hours of sleep for the night, I happily injected a cup of coffee in my veins and prepared the skateboard, to roll Sami into nursery. (A new fashion, taking place in our family - using this means of transportation to make Sami look cool in front of his day-care-mates, as he skates in with his dad.)
And just as we were going out on the street - the most normal for the past.hmm..16 months view - people with umbrellas. This means two things: 1. using a skateboard as an umbrella, and looking quite foolishly instead of cool in front of the other kids, and 2. our date is...well...dwindled from a glamorous journey of actually walking to the usual buses, umbrellas, wellies and mud. Yummy!
And as I, just as most English people, am starting to grow gills in this relentless, never-ending moisture, the UK is in its biggest drought to date. I think this only means one thing - become an amphibian or RUN!
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