Shrouded in mist, the outlook's appalling.
Pressure is rising and temperature's falling.
Sunny spells and scattered showers
And still it rains for hours and hours.
Pressure is rising and temperature's falling.
Sunny spells and scattered showers
And still it rains for hours and hours.
This week I am reminded of that wonderful song by Mary Coughlan, My Land is too Green.
I'm not being deep or symbolic or anything. It's just that it keep pissing down. Currently it's pouring at the back of the house and the sun is shining out the front. I know the whole April showers rhyme and all, but it's nearly June and this has been going on for far too long.
To add to my annoyance my husband is English. Yes I know that statement in itself is enough for some of you, but what I mean is that the weather is always better in England. A point he makes at least once a day and pretty much every time he turns on the TV.
On Football Focus:
'See? Sun is shining in Portsmouth again. They don't call it the Sunny South Coast for nothing'.
'Really darling, I haven't actually heard that before. Oh wait - that's actually what you've told me every week since we met in the 90's'.
On The Apprentice:
'Quick, quick! Pause that'*
'What? What happened?'
TV is paused on an aerial shot of London.
'Ah London. I love London. And look - the sun is shining there'.
Of course this weather issue also allows him to bring up every other reason why it would be great to live in England rather than Ireland. As soon as the great grey sky discussion takes place it opens the flood gates to the other issues - the prices, the negative equity, the lack of decent curry houses, the places to go, the choices available. The list is seemingly bottomless, and if it isn't we can easily just go back over the same old ground again.
Problem is there's a lot of it I can't argue with.
But here we are - in my home town, in my home country, whilst he remains an Englishman abroad.
So I guess I will have to continue weathering the weather conversations whilst he simply weathers the weather.
*(He doesn't actually say that - there is no way I would be allowed to hold the remote if he was in the room).