Is it any wonder that I complain so much about the weather?
Before going out with Ollie today, I checked the BBC weather news at lunchtime. When they got to this area, the man smiled and said, “there will be a chance of a shower in the east.” Fair enough, I am warned.
Out with Ollie, I took along my umbrella, and there was a shower or two. I had taken my precautons, and managed to avoid the worst of the precipitation. By the time we were heading home, around 3.40 pm, it was best described as ‘continuous rain.’ By 4 pm, it was heavy enough to sound on the roof, and spatter the windows. I headed off for my trip to the supermarket, and immediately needed full-speed wipers in the car.
The rain on the road was making a fair bit of noise. In dips and corners, it had accumulated enough for passing cars to splash unwary pedestrians. In Dereham, people were running from the downpour, and it seemed that almost everyone had been caught out by the late rain. By the time I got to Tesco’s car park, a dash of just over one hundred yards to the sanctuary of the interior was enough to give me a reasonable soaking.
I drove back in more heavy rain, and unloaded the car, protected by the tailgate. As I type this, I can hardly hear the sound of the TV in the next room, for the noise of the rain.
BBC, please take note. That is not the ‘chance of a shower.’ Not by anyone’s reckoning.