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Shiver me timbers
You wouldn't think it would take a genius, would you?
But apparently it does.
The temperature the past couple of days has been down to traditional British summer levels - you know, upper 60s and stuff (I have no idea what that is in fangled French Revolutionary measurements we seem to be teaching the kids today, what, 18c or something?). Coolish and comfortable, rather than blisteringly hot and unbearable. Pace,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ashenkat who is of the opinion that these temperatures are somehow WRONG for late August.
Anyway, what with the fall in temperature, and the persistent warnings on the weather forecasts concerning the increased likelihood of rain in the parched South East, which came true with a vengeance yester-eve, and which are continuing agusto this morning, you would think people would be prepared.
But no.
I exit Victoria Station this morning as the latest deluge hits (altogether now, I'm dancing in the rain...) to see rank upon rank of bewildered people staring blankly around with the expression of rabbits caught in the headlights.
Clearly, waking up feeling chilly and seeing grey, moody skies with a soupçon more than the merest whiff of damp in the air is not a big enough clue for my average fellow countryman after he has had his pate blasted by Saharan sun for three months.
The upshot, people in shorts and tee-shirts (and in some cases, less), soaked to the skin, shivering, and sporting goose-pimples I could hang a hat on.
So. Empirical first hand evidence.
It does take a genius.
But apparently it does.
The temperature the past couple of days has been down to traditional British summer levels - you know, upper 60s and stuff (I have no idea what that is in fangled French Revolutionary measurements we seem to be teaching the kids today, what, 18c or something?). Coolish and comfortable, rather than blisteringly hot and unbearable. Pace,
ashenkat who is of the opinion that these temperatures are somehow WRONG for late August.Anyway, what with the fall in temperature, and the persistent warnings on the weather forecasts concerning the increased likelihood of rain in the parched South East, which came true with a vengeance yester-eve, and which are continuing agusto this morning, you would think people would be prepared.
But no.
I exit Victoria Station this morning as the latest deluge hits (altogether now, I'm dancing in the rain...) to see rank upon rank of bewildered people staring blankly around with the expression of rabbits caught in the headlights.
Clearly, waking up feeling chilly and seeing grey, moody skies with a soupçon more than the merest whiff of damp in the air is not a big enough clue for my average fellow countryman after he has had his pate blasted by Saharan sun for three months.
The upshot, people in shorts and tee-shirts (and in some cases, less), soaked to the skin, shivering, and sporting goose-pimples I could hang a hat on.
So. Empirical first hand evidence.
It does take a genius.
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Now I'll have to start using it if it's in regular colloquial use.
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I posted my last message at around six in the morning. Not early for me.