Random Thoughts Following a Heatwave, Part 2
When the first rain fell a week ago it wasn't the torrential storms we'd been promised. No thunder. No lightning. No flash floods. No cataclysmic events at all. Just a soft pitter-patter on the window panes. More of a gentle, knock-knock reminder that we live in the South of England and not the South of France.
Sometimes, I do wonder what the Met Office, with its fancy gadgetry and fancy weather girls and gesticulating and leaping and prancing weather boys, sometimes, I wonder what is it actually for? What is it about? What, I wonder, is the point of the Met Office?
They were very excited about the Perseid Meteor shower and became very animated on the subject of cloud cover, notifying us nearly two hours in advance that the night already outside the house might be clear enough to watch the Perseid Meteor shower.
That's because they do have a handle on weather that has recently happened and weather that is occurring outside my window as it occurs.
But I don't need the Met Office for that. I can see the weather out of my window. That's what we have windows for.