Sunday, 11 May 2008
Heatwave hits Britain
I soooooo do not need to hear that Britain is having a heatwave and that everyone I speak to is enjoying al fresco lunches and sipping pimms whilst languishing in the balmy silken evening air.
Have you any idea how difficult MY life is when it rains ? What do you say to bewildered guests when the weather doesn't do as it is supposed to, 'you should be in England' ?
This morning saw torrential rain following winds yesterday that nearly pulled me out the windows trying to close the shutters. I smiled brightly at my guests. 'I've never known anything like this' I say in what I sincerely hope is in an incredulous fashion. Left me with rather a problem this morning though. Do I donn an old Barbour coat and slosh down the drive in hunter wellies or do I breezily hop into the car clad in summer clothes ? I decide to put on a brave front which was a mistake as someone had left the window open all night and I suffer a soggy derrière for my supermarket shop.
But how can one be downhearted for long simply because of some silly unseasonal weather ?
All you have to do is link arms with your beloved, saunter down a chestnut tree lined drive with your faithful black Labrador and collect fallen logs for a blazing log fire accompanied by a glass of local robust red.