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caddymanAs the temperature has fallen and the dampness increased, my knees, which I had previously thought to be getting better, have gone sore again. I hope that I am not developing weather-reflecting appendages; that could be very tiresome over the winter months.
I wouldn’t mind so much if they were accurate enough to be weather predictors, but they’re not. They simply tell me what I already know, or can find out by looking out of the window. It’s all absolutely hopeless for planning picnics and that sort of thing several days in advance. A sore knee today does not guarantee rain next week; it simply confirms its likelihood now, today.
If I could somehow turn them around (or rather, their reaction to the weather: I could make money from forwards bending knees, with the right management) and state with some certainty what the weather would most likely be like a day or two in advance, there might be a point to it all. I could at least choose the correct combination of coats and other clothing. As it is, I shall just have to continue squeaking up and down flights of stairs and hope they don’t start creaking like an old gate.
I wouldn’t mind so much if they were accurate enough to be weather predictors, but they’re not. They simply tell me what I already know, or can find out by looking out of the window. It’s all absolutely hopeless for planning picnics and that sort of thing several days in advance. A sore knee today does not guarantee rain next week; it simply confirms its likelihood now, today.
If I could somehow turn them around (or rather, their reaction to the weather: I could make money from forwards bending knees, with the right management) and state with some certainty what the weather would most likely be like a day or two in advance, there might be a point to it all. I could at least choose the correct combination of coats and other clothing. As it is, I shall just have to continue squeaking up and down flights of stairs and hope they don’t start creaking like an old gate.