The British weather
Well I didn't have an enjoyable Sunday. The route between Stella and Chablis is a narrow one, and I foundered on the rocks of Sparkling and Brandy. I was forced to drink because of the weather, which on Saturday was about the worst weather on an August day I can remember. Weathermen have an annoying habit of saying something like 'You may think this is a bad summer, but in fact its the sunniest since 2004' and of course last year we had those terrible floods. But it was actually cold on Saturday.I always remember a friend, in criticising some friends of another friend, saying 'they're so boring they were even talking about the bleeding weather'. I'm now blogging about it. That's more impressive.
Labels: The weather