I had a bit of a shock when I arrived home this evening. I thought I had wandered into a wormhole or something, experienced some sort of temporal displacement. As far as I was aware it was May, Springtime. Obviously I was mistaken, it must be January. I got out of the car and found, to my surprise what looked like snow, all along the bottom of the wall of my house. I touched it. It felt cold and wet like snow does, but how could it be here, in May. Then all of a sudden it started to hail quite heavily. I then realised that the ‘snow’ was probably the remains of an earlier hail shower that I had missed. But hail in May? What’s that all about then? It isn’t even that cold here at the moment.
I went into the house and I could hear the sound of it battering down on the roof and windows. I quite like the sound, but I can’t get over the randomness of the weather at the moment. It’s mad!
Finally it has stopped. I was hoping for nice weather tomorrow as I am going out for the day to start the bank holiday weekend off. Looks like rain probably. Oh well. You can’t let the weather stop you doing what you want to do.