Let’s talk about the weather.
No, let’s not. It’s raining. Again.
Is it really July? Without the endings that bring expectations of holidays and sunshine – the end of ballet classes, the end of the school year, the end of chorister duties …
– we could easily be hoodwinked into building bonfires and counting down the days to Christmas.
The BBC called us ‘deluged Devon‘ today. Apparently, a month’s worth of rain – up to 80mm – fell in the past 24 hours and more bad weather has been forecast. Thanks.
This eternal drizzle makes everything difficult. Bookbags and papers get soggy, hair turns frizzy, cooped-up children become grumpy. Okay, that’s probably more a description of my own problems with the weather than of anyone else’s … but I’m sure you know what I mean.
What’s that saying …? When life deals you something-or-other, make something-or-other? Fry fish? Make bagels? There’s a saying there on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t quite get hold of it.
Never mind. Here’s another I’ve just made up on the spot: when it rains instead of shines, make apple and plum pie.
Which is made just like Gooseberry pie really, only bigger. But if anyone wants the exact recipe, give me a shout.
Mirem més ensota que endalt; de peixos, no en plouen.