Thursday 1st March was really warm, surprise, surprise This must be the start of the warm weather we were promised, I thought,so I wore my sunglasses to Lewisham Shopping Centre. People were smiling and chatting, some brave souls had thrown caution to to the wind and were displaying acres of skin which really should have been kept under cover. I felt so warn that I was thinking I might have to break out a skirt for Friday as my legs have not seen the light of day since last year. Even my house felt so hot that I had to turn the heating down. And then Friday arrived with a blanket of fog and it was Brass Monkey weather, bitterly cold and grey, determined to wipe out any memory of Thursday. Talk about a shock to the system,you never know where you are with our weather, you’ve just got to enjoy the good bits and plow on through the bad bits.
I really should have done something spectacular today, I mean a whole extra day only comes round once every fourth year. But I didn’t. And I still haven’t won the Lottery, so I certainly will not be proposing to anyone.I know this may sound harsh but this is based on my own experience and I would rather not go down this road again, thank you very much
Mind you though, today was okay, the sun tried to make a couple of guest appearances but was beaten back by broody clouds. According to the weather forecast last week, this week is meant to be really warm. People were getting really excited, anticipating lower gas bills but so far, no. My thermals are at the ready, just in case it all goes horribly wrong but I’ve also got my sunglasses waiting in the wings. I tripped up today and now one of my boots looks like it is talking to itself, so this is not a job for super glue. Cobblers. Ah well, I can at least dream of flying away somewhere……..
View from plane flying from London to Amsterdam 2008 c Imani 2008