It’s mostly blue above the rooftops here near the East Coast. That’s because I’m indoors, using my computer.
Every time I go outside to bask in a few rays, some bloody great big cloud covers up the yellow thing and I come back in. By the time I’ve sat down and my monitor’s come out of sleep mode, hey, it’s nice out there again.
So you see - even without a hammock, it’s possible to make some local changes to the weather.
BBC news has just been showing pictures of a white countryside. This is due to massive hail storms. It looks more like January than July.
I have a theory that if Rayne Man asks the mods nicely to change his screen name, the whole thing will stop.
And I will note that here in NEW England, it hasn’t rained a drop for a month now, it feels like. I’m kind of sick of having to water the garden.
I’m sorry to tell you all this, but I feel obliged. You aren’t getting a sunny, scorching, dry summer because I’m not going to England this summer. I was there last summer–right about the time it got so hot the railroad tracks warped.
Previously, I was in Moscow when it got so hot a power station exploded and half the city was stuck in the subway, and in northern Italy the summer it got so hot the Alps melted.
So you see, it’s obviously me. Sorry. If you wanna pitch in for my plane tickets and hotel, though, maybe we could work something out.
Are you… anywhere near Toronto?
Just askin’…
For the last few hours it’s been gloriously sunny here. With all the rain recently, everything is an incredibly stunning shade of green.
<C. Montgomery Burns> There’s a new England? </CMB>
How come those of us blessed with a superabundance get no sympathy? L.A. got three inches of rain this year.
I feel like the skinny girls when everyone says “Oh, I hate you. You can eat anything.”
Poor me…I’m too skinny and my $100s don’t fit in my wallet.
I mostly just wanted to jump in and say that I love reading Anglothreads. Brits are freakin’ funny people.
Hmmmm. At work today I was wondering whether the school really should be continuing their sports day, with two separate very active thunderclouds in the near vicinity. Didn’t seem like a very sensible time to be out in the middle of a field.
And it turns out two kids got struck by lightning at another school nearby.
Our local cricket ground, which is only a couple of hundred yards from where I live, has been under two feet of water for the last week, with no sign of it receding. Luckily there is an earth flood bank between it and my house. Does anyone know the rules for under-water cricket ?
Here in Nottinghamshire we had twelve inches of rain in June, which is six times the average.
Reversal at Oval, providing diagonals are void?
Oh god.
I did hesitate before posting that.
But just couldn’t help myself.
After all, Rayne Man had fallen right into the Williamson Trap via the City branch.
(Edit: I wonder how long before we get a ‘Mornington Crescent threads belong in the Pit’ rule?)
I believe that Winston issued a pertinent directive (via the Cabinet Office in '41), and I quote:
Please, everyone, gather your belonging and report to room 46b at the Foreign Office.
No Mornington Crescent. That’s an order.
You couldn’t afford the Megabus, granddad. 
You’ll find me at Down Street 
I already had a name in mind, but you know, I’m tempted to paint my boat sunshine yellow and name it ‘TITTYBISCUITS’.
My wife would never speak to me again if I did that though, and it might not go down too well at the cub scouts canoeing club.
All hail the good ship “Prosternedabiscuits”, maybe a bit too classical.
Right that’s it you southern tart, now I’m really mad.
Expect me in my 50cc zimmer frame at any time now, be afraid, be very afraid