Hubby and I were having a chat about weather today, whilst trudging round the wheat field, half of which is completely under water. We were shooting the breeze with K the Postie this morning, who told us that out of the three weeks he spent on holiday in Brittany, approximately 17 days were cold and miserable. I mean, what’s going on with the world when the usually beautiful Brittany gets 4 sunny days in three weeks? We’ve spent many a happy summer holiday in France and the weather has always been fantastic. On the radio today they said it’s rained every day here for the last 80 days. They actually blame it on that awful ‘Umbrella’ song by Rihanna, which has been in the charts for the entire length of our rainy spell. There’s even been a vote for the song to be banned so that our good weather will return (ah, we love a witch hunt here in Ireland). I personally want it to be banned just because it’s poo. All that ‘umber-ella….ella….ella…’ waffle gets on my bloody nerves. If I ever meet her, I might even be tempted to give her some creative suggestions for where she can stick her umber-ella ella ella.
I thought global warming was supposed to do just that, not make everything depressingly wintry. I mean, what good is rain in August? It’s about as much use as a one legged man in an arse-kicking competition (as the Disreputable Dad would say). And I bet you that as soon as the kids go back to school and everyone’s home from their holliers, the sun’ll shine once more, just to bloody annoy everyone. Still, looking on the bright side, me Mam’s coming over later today, so I won’t notice because I’ll be too busy shopping, eating, drinking, talking and … er… drinking. Yay!