|"It's nice but it won't last."
Mad Scientess Jane Expat
Not one of my British friends and colleagues has complained about the weather for the last week.
Now, I'm the first one to admit that it is absolutely glorious out, but I'm half American so I'm allowed unqualified enthusiasm for nice things. Surely there is something amiss when no one is grumbling about the weather. Isn't the sunshine the wrong colour? Isn't it bad for the plants in the garden? Won't there be an hosepipe ban? Doesn't this mean we'll have six solid months of rain come the autumn?
Isn't just a little too hot?
Come on, guys. You're letting the side down here.
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Gotten to "heatwave" territory yet? What is that over there, 25 degrees? ;)
It was 28 this weekend! People were melting! :P
The bit that gets me about this weather is the warm nights. Waking up in the wee hours, bathed in sweat... Luvverly!
I enjoy leaving the windows open at night. Sometimes we can hear an owl.
Ah. We get jets coming into Heathrow from 5 a-bloody-m every other morning.
On the plus side, living close to the airport means I won't have as far to travel for my flight to Dublin this afternoon!
HA! Mr B looked at the hose in his hand at the weekend (fnarr fnarr) and said 'I've just realised we need to start paying attention to things like hosepipe bans now'.
...which isn't quite a complaint or fire prophecy, but it's as close as we've got. All whinging here - substantial - has been reserved for pollen producers (him) and gumption or lack thereof (me). </p>
The weather, however, is glorious. Of course, we both grew up abroad, and my team is still in the World Cup ;)
Fire prophecy?? Dire dammit. Although I suppose you could argue the two are synonymous in a narrow band of cases.
Also, rhyming! A dire fire. I wonder how many such words you can get into a sentence. A dire pyre fire, squire?
Without diluting them through inclusion of non-rhymes? I think you're on the limit :) But if we can add in a few other helpful words...
'A dire pyre for your samphire lyre, squire?' asked the liar. 'Don't fire my ire!'
Typed on behalf of my cat...
(Edited for language and there are no emoticons strong enough to confer his pissedoffness)
"It is too hot."
Telstar concurs. He spent most of last weekend flopped out under a rose bush, staring at us pathetically.
It was a bit too humid yesterday - everyone at work was complaining about being sticky.
It's cooling off a bit here. Today is overcast, but still pleasant enough to have the windows open.