During my times in foreign climes, I was renowned for my ability to bring rain to the driest locations (it not being necessary in the Bruneian rain forest) and wrecked the Oman golf course on a couple of occasions with those talents (and during the relocation of all the computer equipment, but that was seen as pure brilliance as I had ensured all the equipment was wrapped in polythene sheeting despite it being the height of summer).
Unfortunately, this fascinating ability (probably due to my Mancunian roots) is not accompanied by the ability to stop rain.
I was happy to get a few splodges earlier in the month in order to test my new weather station, but now it is getting a bit boring.
Last night we sat in the lounge and put the blinds up so that we could watch the lightning (amazingly, a couple of thousand tv channels and films, and still nothing worth watching).
So, this weekend has been a washout - only ameliorated by the fact that it is not that cold (which is fortunate, as we have used up all the firewood). I have two pallets that I use for kindling, but also failed to smash them apart when I had the opportunity and hammers and electric saws would probably irritate my german neighbour too much (were it just the spanish ones, I would probably get the tools out). I could have called my woodman and had some delivered during the week, but a reasonable order would probably have left us with a cubic meter of wood to house over the summer, so I chose not to. I could also have bought a sack or two from the petrol station, but forgot while I was out yesterday ( but if she- who-controls-the-flames does get chilly, I guess I will be down there muy rapido).
I always, and naively, think of April showers as being an english invention and that April is a dry month down here, but I definitely think the seasons are changing, as every year we get to this point and I start to think that summer will hit us overnight soon "as this weather is not normal". But now it seems that it is.
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