I am not the suspicious, cynical type as you know, however, when I wake to bright skies and sunshine, the warm air penetrating even into this dim lair, I expect it all to go wrong. I know not why, living in this nation possibly is the reason, cynicism grows when the weather changes from baking sun to storm downpour every half hour.
Living at the edge of Europe, cast out into the Atlantic, we receive the joy of west winds bringing rain all the way from the Americas. Just take note of the hurricane season in Florida and a few days or so later that same storm will be dying out somewhere over Edinburgh.
With the joy of an east wind in winter, beginning in the Arctic circle, wending its way through Siberia and Poland and ending coming up my trouser leg, it is not to be surprised we are the people we are.
Southern winds are the opposite of cold northern winds, from the south comes Saharan heat, usually bringing sand with it, though only the very southern reaches notice this. They might notice the little red Ladybirds that often accompany such wind, and they certainly notice the warmish southern rain from the Bay of Biscay. As if we needed that!
Today the sunshines and the BBC tell us that rain, from the south, will follow on later. How nice of them. The people who lived in Doggerland would have known such things long ago. I bet a swift sniff of the air told them almost as accurately as the powerful computers at the weather man's house can tell us today what the weather would be. I am convinced that amongst the Mammoth tusks, spears and cooking utensils discovered on Dogger Bank there are also many umbrellas to be found. They were not daft then.
We have not even finished last years Euro 2020 as yet but tonight next seasons Scottish Football begins! Kelty Hearts play Dundee United in the first Scottish League Cup game, this while last season has just finished!
In times past, we ended the season with the Scottish Cup Final, followed by the Scotland v England game. That would usually be the end of April or early May. There would follow all of June and most of July with no football whatsoever. As a kid I hated this time! Euro Championships were not shown at all, nor the World Cup shown until 1966, and the long wait for the season was too long for me then. Today, I am tired of too much football without a break. Covid meant Euro 2020 had to be put back a year, this means the next World Cup will be in 2022, next year! This also means disruption as it is being held in Novemmber in Qatar and to avoid the heat it will be held in the dark! Covid has not died, Bumbling Boris has failed to control the Johnson Variant, and all our football will be disrupted by the World Cup at that time. What a shambles it will be. Maybe we will get two weeks off next Spring before it all begins, but then that will be under LockDown again!
Telt ye!
Here I was, sitting here recovering after walking up the road, when I noticed it was raining.
This rain is coming straight down, stair rod fashion.
As I looked Twitter informed of a weather warning.
'Danger! Heavy Rain from, well, from Now until Then!'
They could have warned me earlier.
Already the streets are swimming and the 'rush hour' is splashing its way slowly through the puddles.
Hee hee, I will not be out again today.
