ME, THAT'S WHO!
My blushes would have been saved if a weather forecast had been watched before confirming yesterday's post.
There I was, swooning over the springtime bird song. Claiming the change toward summer was secure, and winter was behind us. Breathing deeply along with the northern hemisphere, as the late arrival of spring was merely a springboard (excuse me) toward long, hot, summer days. Exchanging umbrellas for parasols; waterproofs for board-shorts; winter stews for salad; G&T's at home for beer in a pub garden.
BUT NO!
It was only when the evening forecast was seen, did I realise, the size of the misleading waffle delivery in the morning post.
Screaming northwesterlies, 1o°C, pelting downpours. Bins blowing over, litter flying, pedestrians soaked and leaning 45° into the gusts. Please make it stop!
It is now the afternoon and the conditions have pulled up from the nosedive. Just about. The NW wind prevails, but the sun is out, and we carry on.