It's the 23rd day of January. And for 21 of those days I know it rained.

I don't know that it didn't rain on either of the other two days, I only don't have evidence that it did.

Pretty please, can we stop with all this liquid falling from the skies?

It's now 32.5C in this corner of southern England. And there's also a reasonable humidity index - not enough to be positively oppressive, but enough that it can't be termed a dry heat.

Yes, that's 90.5 Fahrenheit. And we don't even have the heat island excuse that London could use.

In other news, we're probably not going to be available for feorag's ( Read more... )

Hail.

Sufficient that the car-park has gone white. And now it's shaded over into snow. This is really weird weather this week.