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Met Shmet

The weather forecast is absolutely rubbish. Now, in Reading - stragely, closest to London of our various homes - the weather was usually pretty close to right. Sometimes, in Yorkshire, it used to be quite close to reality. But here it is completely off the mark. Completely!

For example, over the last few days we are supposed to have had raging thunder-storms. Monday and Tuesday, the sun blazed down unabated, yesterday we had the kind of misty-hanging in the air sort-of-rain I never wished to see again after leaving Eire. It was also, however, incredibly, evilly muggy. Today, whilst we are supposed to be being showered on, and the rest of the country apparently deals with hail and flooding, we dawned a little grey and quickly reemerged in bright sun shine.

What is that about? Do i pay my TV licence so only London and local can get the weather?! Oh, and of course all the wonderful plethora of programming on the Beeb. Oh well, at least the sun it out!

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liverish