After many days of sun and blue sky and temperatures hovering around the 30 mark, it rained today. When I rang Mirinda for her wake up call I told her it was supposed to rain at 4pm. After I hung up, I walked into the kitchen and it was raining. It was clearly a long time before 4pm. Not that it was particularly heavy rain. A sort of faint sprinkling of the garden. By the time I’d spoken to mum and dad, had some breakfast, dressed and left to go shopping, the sun was out again and the ground was dry.
The sun remained, hot and beaming, all day except for a brief moment as the clock approached 4pm when this massive black cloud, resembling the mother ship in Independence Day, started to move over the house, coming from the south. It was big and thick and laden with…well, nothing really. It just kept moving. We had no more rain.
Interesting, I was in Elphick’s today, buying Mirinda an eye mask (it’s very sunny at the flat and the blinds don’t block much light) and the woman who served me said I’d reminded her she needed to buy some because of thunderstorms.
I thought this was odd as well, thinking perhaps she actually meant earplugs but, no, she explained that the thunder didn’t wake her up, it was the lightning. I can’t remember the last time we actually had a thunderstorm so I’m not sure how much sleep she loses due to them.
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Oh, and Carmen had an FSI in the park today. And no Nicktor this week as he’s currently in Spain watching Spain v Portugal on his Grand Tour of Europe.
It is good having some definite summer weather though. Some years you reach September and realise there hasn’t really been any sun. Our house is always cool – though sadly not Hercule Poirot’s place.