Further ramblings of a self-made pauper

It appears to be just as well that we front-loaded this week with the few activities we had planned for our holiday. Today is rather chilly with a north wind blowing and there is rain in the air. This could, I suppose, be the beginning of the jolly holiday cold-snap that the Met are forecasting. Easter weekend, too. What a coincidence.

I have never really understood (nor much cared to) why Easter waltzes up and down the calendar and why it can't be fixed like other holidays. It has always struck me as very odd that a Christian holiday should be so dependent upon phases of the moon. Still, logic is generally found wanting in matters of superstition, so I don't propose to lose any sleep over it; I never have before.

It looks as though the train routes from Chelmsford are all being dug up and ruined over the Easter weekend, which means that the Furtle Clan may have to avail themselves of either the bus replacement service, or drive to London, which means that they would most likely come to The Athenaeum Club and we would go somewhere local for a meal and a pint or two. So: tidy the place like it's never been tidied before and hide DT in a cupboard with a bone and a bowl of water.

There is a thunder storm nearby. It's raining outside, sometimes heavy, sometimes not, and in the distance there are rumbles of thunder sadly becoming quieter and less frequent.

I fear that unless the storm returns and we have the full electrical extravaganza, this humidity will simply get worse, and less bearable. If it's like this out here in Whetstone, some 12 miles from the centre of London, God only knows what it will be like in town tomorrow. Humidity is one thing; humidity in a major city quite another. There is nothing quite like the intermix of traffic pollution, heat, damp, stagnant air and sunlight reflected back from steel, glass and concrete.

I shall sleep with the fan on again tonight. The direction of the rain keeps changing, so I can't leave the bedroom windows open wide as I'd like. The smell of damp curtains and rain-splashed carpet is not the most welcome of things to wake up to. Of course, if the storm was directly overhead, the rain would be falling vertically, and I should be able to bask in the vague cross current of air between the rooms without fear of the dampness entering.

Oh well, to bed, I guess.

I believe Monday is Labor Day in the US. Enjoy your day off. I am envious. But then I only have a week to go before I'm on holiday for a whole six days (excluding weekends!), so I guess I can fend off the green-eyed beastie until then.