Today is the 31st of August. It is a Bank Holiday (Public Holiday) in most of the UK too, the last one before Christmas. It is also the end of the school summer holidays, as the kids all have to go back to school later in the week. On top of that, it is the first day of our two-week holiday this year. (Well Julie’s at least, as I am always on holiday, let’s face it…)
So of course, it is raining. It has been raining on and off for twenty four hours, with a short intermission late last night, before returning with a vengeance in the early hours, and continuing as I type this. It is also surprisingly chilly, and it feels unusually cold in the house.
We normally like to take Ollie to the ‘All About Dogs’ show and exhibition at the Norwich Showground on this day. He sees hundreds of other dogs, and we get to browse all the pet accessories, and load up on free samples. That’s not going to happen today. The place would be a miserable washout, and my sympathies go to the exhibitors who have waited all year to entertain us, or to sell us things. Maybe next year, weather permitting.
I face the prospect of a reluctant wet walk with Ollie. As I hopefully scan the skies for the hint of a break in the weather, the TV weatherman dashes my hopes, when I hear the report coming through from the other room, at the end of the news.
Yesterday, we were pleased to attend the wedding of a friend, one of Julie’s work colleagues. It was very close by, only a couple of miles away, in an attractive converted barn. They had worked hard to create a special day for all concerned, and to choose a venue that would do justice to the occasion. Unfortunately, it began to rain as we left our house, and carried on raining until 10 pm. This meant no nice outside photos, no smiling guests milling around in the grounds by the lakes, or relaxing on the uncovered terrace. Undaunted, everyone had a great day. Photos were taken inside, nobody bothered about the weather, and the traditional wedding feast and party went off without a hitch.
Maybe we are just getting used to wet summers.
I might even stop blogging about rain. Who knows?