Hailstones
And talking of rotten weather, there are now hailstones bouncing off my window ledge with gay abandon - IN MAY!!!!!!!!
And talking of rotten weather, there are now hailstones bouncing off my window ledge with gay abandon - IN MAY!!!!!!!!
Posted by Gwen at 13:33
Labels: Hailstones
10 comments:
Crikey! Have you thought, perhaps, of moving a little further south??
Here it's bit like living in the Med at the moment!
Hi Lizzie
Thanks for visiting. Where do you stay? I'll have to think about moving to sunnier climes.
"There's nooo cloot, 'till May's ooot" or something like that. It's an old saying that my father-in-law used to say to me during May because I'm so pathetic and wear thermals if the east wind blows. It's starvation up here!
My parents have a similar saying. I shouldn't worry about wearing thermals. I'm rarely without a wooly jumper whatever the season.
Hailstones! Good grief. It's biblical, frankly. Something must be done.
Hi Gwen
I just stuck my G&T on the windowsill - saves me crushing ice.
Oh, and you're it!
don't complain - you should try the hot humid stickiness of N'awlins - I'm DREAMING about hail!!!
Best Wishes
Kirsty
You're right Omega Mum it is somewhat biblical. I'm not looking forward to the plague of locusts that must surely follow.
I like the sound of that G&T Good Woman. Even rotten weather can have its uses.
I can see your point Kirsty. That humidity sounds pretty oppressive.
All hail Gwen- geddit? Sorry- suffering from concussion. We didn't have hail, but weekend ws a bit of a wash-out. Sod's law it's all sunny now!
Excellent Kelly - No need to apologise to the person who used the line "I Hope I Dry Before I Get Cold"
Isn't that typical that as soon as you go back to work the sun comes out. Someone has a wicked sense of humour.
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