We
wade through seven months of damp darkness and dark dampness, looking forward
to Spring walks and Summer cycling, only to have the end of May feel like the end
of pissing November.
How
heavy have these rain showers been? A lady came into the garage today who had
almost had a nervous breakdown because she couldn’t see the road she was
driving on. There was even a bit of hail earlier. HAIL! In May! No wonder I
feel like emigrating or killing myself.
RC 28-5-19
2203 BST
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