Sunday, August 15, 2010

Tan? I Can't Even Manage A Regular Pink!

As I sit before my rain-soaked living room window, trilling through the latest brochure from Pec Dobermann’s Online Bookstore (yes, it’s coming), I can’t help reminding myself that this is supposed to be August.

I should be romping around on a freshly cut lawn in a pair of Bermuda shorts, bat and ball in hand, oozing Factor 30 like a Sainsbury’s own brand beefburger oozes fat.

Right now, I’d even take a barbecue-ruining flash thunderstorm lasting a whole bloody hour.

So, hey, you bloody weather!

Why not go the whole hog with a monsoon of hailstones or an iceberg typhoon or an earthquake?

Okay, so that last one isn’t weather — but you would if you could, wouldn’t you, you fiend?


writtenwyrdd said...

Hey, thanks for the link, Whirl! And I even rated a bat!

I'm afraid your soggy weather is our gain out here. We've had the nicest, driest, warmest, sunniest summer I've ever spent outside of Southern California. I imagine we'll pay for it come winter, though.

jinksy said...

But soon it will be September, and once the kids are back at school, the sun will come out to play! :)

Old Kitty said...

It's nice and sunny and DRY here in my corner of the world..!


Take care

Phoenix said...

My ponds are going dry, my pastures are brown, and it hit 109 degrees F (that's around 43 C) last week.

Curiously, I'm not tan either. I think they ran short of melanin when I was born. Must be the touch of Irish in me.

The world is going wonkers...

Whirlochre said...

Good on you. Maine always strikes me as a potentially snowbound hellhole crawling with weremoose, chequered shirted trappers, and would-be Wolverines swapping civvies for bearskins and tinder.

And yes, you rate a bat — not just for the contest, but anyway.

You're a default bat rated kinda gal...

September is up there on my list of favourite months for precisely those reasons. Ah, "Winter's Spring"...

Old Kitty
The moment I finished this post, the sun came out, and as a result, I've had a fun-packed day at Belton House in SomewherenearBostonshire watching military enthusiasts assemble Bren guns and Enfield rifles. Sun here tomorrow too, so hopefully my courgettes will tumefy and rampage through the greenhouse like potentially edible yummies.

Whirlochre said...

I wonder — is goingwonkersishness worse than the wonkers itself?

I may return to this theme in a future post.

Robin B. said...

This sounds like the reason you Brits are the world's biggest group of travelers the world has ever seen. John says it's what keeps us from moving back to Britain to live- the sunshine being a big surprise when it comes. But, as it's been overcast and raining her for the past three days, his argument may be a bit suckola at the present time.

Mother (Re)produces. said...

Not much different here in Switzerland. The most annoying thing is that they refuse to admit that the weather is crap here. Every August it rains for the month of August and every August everyone says "oh, what a terrible August," as if it's a surprise.
Still, it's worse this year. Saturday night we got 90mm of rain. 130mm would be normal for the whole month of August.
I'm with you on the lightening and thunder and hail though, Whirl. If it has to rain, it should at least put on a show and keep us entertained!

Whaddaya know? Word verification is 'jiving.'

Whirlochre said...

En masse, we Brits set out from the gloomy wolds of Shireshire, searching for gleaming orbs golden — until we come across camels, then it's back home to Blighty for a cup of tea and a moan about Chris Tarrant's riches.

Whirlochre said...

I know I shouldn't associate Switzerland with snow, but I do.