Well, well.
What’s happened to that famous British stiff upper lip–mustn’t grumble and all that?
bunch of pansy-assed Limeys if you ask me.
What’s a bit of rain? You won’t melt! Put your back into it, boys! Close your eyes and think of England, eh, what?
BTW, it’s pouring here and thundering and lightning.
When I was doing tsunami relief, me and an Essex bloke were digging away to remove a load of rubble, and it started to rain. A few people with us ran for cover, and the Essex bloke, bless him, said the classic line:
“Come on - it’s only water. A bit of water never hurt any… oh.” :smack: 
Thanks for the laugh…
A “bit” of rain?
You mean a drop m’dear…and FYI it’s been a hell of a sight more than a drop, it’s been bloody torrents.
And less of the pansy assed limeys…yank
We’ve just had yet another violent thunderstorm, with the rain coming down in stair-rods. I sure it wasn’t this bad when I was in West Africa during the rainy season.
The Clash?
You have the same weather as the Midwestern US and Texas right now. Ceaseless rain and floods. I remember the summer of '76 - that was a blinder. Our yard turned brown that year.
Oddly enough, that’s pretty much what my girlfriend was whinging about yesterday, as we watched it stair-rodding on the garden.
Summer 76 in the UK was one of drought and high temperatures.
And honking great forest fires where I lived.
And jjimm, that is classic.
Was camping in the Lake District that summer, 3 fantastic weeks.
Bloody glorious. The chowder clan drove back home just as the weather broke, did we care? did we hell: We’d had our hols and all was right with the world and we had better tans than people who’d been to Spain 
And not just forest fires. I can remember the grass verges being on fire from discarded cigarette ends.
We were living in Norfolk as the time and I remember one incident when an F111, that had just taken off from Lakenheath with full fuel tanks, crashed into Thetford Forest. Luckily prompt action from the fire-brigade prevented a large part of the forest from burning down.
Yank? YANK? I’ll yank you, you-you English person you! We won the war for you!
<runs away, through the puddles>
That was my point, and why the yard turned brown. Sorry if that wasn’t clearer. 
Yep, I remember! We were either living at Feltwell or Eriswell or Brandon… Probably Feltwell. We moved to Britain from Texas and we couldn’t figure out why it was as hot, if not hotter, in England.
Sorry I didn’t realise you were in the UK at the time.I thought you were talking about the US.
Also that summer we went to an open day at RAF Mildenhall . Some things I remember about that day is that they ran out of soft drinks in the middle of the afternoon, the poor guys sweating over the barbecues and the heat coming back off the concrete hard-standing.