(Another… suggestion from @JayTay)
Hats, the weather, are dogs better than ostriches?, jam, why ask Jeeves is better than Google, FarmVille, jam again.
I covered Hats last time (which is odd because hats usually cover other things HAHAHAHAHjoke), so now:
The Weather
England is a wonderful country for weather, because we get it all. Not only do we get it all, but it isn’t unheard of to get it all in a single week. Or even a single day. It’s rare that we get proper extremes of anything though.
The last winter disappointed me a little because we didn’t get any snow. Well, OK, we got a few days where there was a bit of snow on the ground for a while, but it was little more than a mere dusting. It’s been years since we’ve had real decent proper snow, the sort you can actually make snowmen out of by rolling it all up into a couple of huge balls, as even when we’ve had a substantial amount of snowfall it’s been – as the railways always lament – the wrong sort of snow. It’s too fine, too powdery. It needs to be big and clumpy and sticky.
Rain has caused massive flooding in parts of the country, but the worst I’ve even been exposed to was one day at high school when the playground burst its banks and water ran into the gym, the hall and some classrooms. We were sent home early, which actually resulted in us arriving home late because we had to walk from the school into town to get an alternative bus that didn’t show up for hours. Instead of sitting in the warm and dry at the school, we stood in the cold and rain for the entire afternoon.
When the bus finally arrived to take us home, it had to drive through a huge puddle, which flooded the bus to the point we had to pretty much stand on the seats. Horrible. On the plus side, the local branch of Woolworths ended up having their basement filled with water, meaning a few weeks later I bought some incredibly cheap dried out (but fully working) Mega Drive games.
The only weather that ever really bothers me is wind. I’m not scared of it or anything, but when it’s windy at night I simply can’t sleep. It’s mainly the noise, but also partly the worry my roof or fence might end up in another county. A section of our conservatory roof did blow away once. Duct tape for the win.
And for the record, I would rather be cold than be hot. It’s not that I can’t deal with heat, it’s just easier to keep warm than keep cool. I recall way back in about 1988 being in Iceland (the shop, not the country) and the freezers all went pop. They tried flogging off melted ice-cream for pennies.
As for the current weather, it’s rubbish, innit. Almost summer and it’s hot and cold and wet and everything.
