I
am old enough to own an umbrella but not old enough to take it with me if it’s not raining when I leave the house. So I spent large portions of last month getting soaked to the skin. Each time I got caught out, I thought, “This has to be the last time. It’s May — be reasonable, clouds.” But of course it rained. Again and again and again. The only time it didn’t was when it was hailing instead. It was hailing in May. That’s what happens when you have a blocking anticyclone in Greenland when you’re supposed to be having a cucumber sandwich in the park. It was so bad, I almost started carrying an umbrella as a matter of course. Ridiculous.
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