The northern part of Britain
has been battered by some seriously horrific winds today. We’ve had gales down
here but nothing like as bad as Scotland,
so this evening I watched the local weather forecast to see whether we’re
likely to get a taste of the rough stuff.
The forecaster said that winds locally were already easing
and would continue to do so as the night progresses. The elements begged to
differ. Within a minute of her saying that, the wind began to roar in the
chimney far more strongly than at any time during the day, and continued in
like mood for some time.
This was as impeccably judged as the trick they played on me
this afternoon. They waited until I was just over half way to the recycling
bins at the pub, and then opened the heavens. Needless to say, I got absolutely
soaked. And it was very cold water. And it stopped as soon as I got home.
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