The Eye was lit up in red white and blue last night for a new royal baby and I hear Trafalgar Square fountains were running blue for a boy too. All very pretty, but nothing compared to the son et lumière spectacle in the small hours. The thunder didn’t rumble, it proclaimed. It was answered, at one point almost instantaneously, by cracks of autocratic lightning. The rain pounded onto the dry earth. MasterB hid under the bed, and I checked to see if the rain was coming in through the windows. The storm woke me three times, and when my alarm went off I confidently expected a fresh clean day. That’s what storms are supposed to do aren’t they? Clear the air. And last night’s storm was no slouch. It gave us everything it had.
Yet today been muggier and stickier than ever. Very odd. A few drops of rain have fallen this afternoon, but I do mean drops. Tomorrow’s forecast is for a beautiful day, with temperatures in the mid twenties, then maybe the odd shower in the coming days. Except in NI, where there is more rain, and thundery showers predicted. So this afternoon I waterproofed my walking boots and began a packing list to cover all seasons.
I am having some problems with looking at blogs on WordPress. I keep getting a message to say the server is down, but I can get to every other Internet site that I want to visit.
Does anyone else recognise this problem?