Saturday 12th December

Well, I got back on Thursday.  It was spitting in Stansted and a bit windy, definitely chilly.  In London it was a fine drizzle, little more than a mist.  By the time I got to Walton it was definitely raining; poorly dressed my faithful brown hat was soaking, my jacket damp and my jeans wet from the thighs down.  Welcome to England.

Today (Friday) it has been raining all day.  A dark brooding sky overhead and an oppressive gloom over everything.  Huge puddles everywhere, cars splashing us poor pedestrians with glee.  Maybe it will stop tomorrow…..hahaha.

In France it tends to be very cold, clear and crisp at daybreak.  A fine frost sparkling everything with a white dusting.  And by nine the sun is out and a clear blue sky slowly warms us all up.  At least you know day from night.  And because the clock is (sensibly) an hour later it is still light at five in the evening.  I am writing this on Friday evening at 5 and it is pitch black outside.  Brrrrrhhh.

And maybe this wretched climate is the reason the English are so ruthless, so cruel, so heartless, so selfish.  The weather is awful, so we might as well make your life miserable too.   Hahaha.  Who knows.  Now I know why I couldn’t wait to get away.  Enjoy the day, it looks like rain again.