Ever since we came back from France, it seems as if it has been raining. Some days a little, some days a lot, showers, drizzle, storms, gales, thunder and lightning, we've had it all. To look on the bright side, at least I am not still in school, struggling to contain stir-crazy classes of pupils through endless wet playtimes. Come to think of it, given our unpredictable climate, I have never understood why schools in Britain are not built with a verandah so that the children could at least get out for some air on rainy days, but that's another story.
Looking back before our holiday, we don't seem to have had many dry days since Spring either. In fact, I feel as if we are still waiting for summer and it is now nearly winter. Two months from today it will be Christmas, next week-end the clocks go back and we will return to dark evenings and soon afterwards to foggy evenings, frosty mornings and, eventually, no doubt, ice and snow.
Meanwhile, the leaves on the trees are beautiful in their autumn colours and there is an indefinable tang in the air at this time - but not when it is raining all the time! Too much of the wet stuff is beginning to affect everyone's mood. Customers are irritable and complaining, staff (in other shops, of course, not ours!)are impatient and disinterested. To add to the problem, Wales is earmarked for yet more storms mid-week - when will it end!
