dwizzle

• By Alison
• 18 November, 2008
• Comments Off on dwizzle

For a shining moment there, we almost had a proper autumn here in London. There was a glorious three weeks of dry crisp autumnal weather. Clear blue skies
appeared overhead and crunchy brown and yellow leaves underfoot.

Thankfully, equilibrium has returned. The weather has recovered its senses and started behaving normally. Now we can go outside and get thoroughly drenched
in rain that is more like mist with attitude. The leaves on the ground now hide fetid and slimy surprises, like diaretic fox scat, mouldy dog doo and slugs
with their innards bursting out from the last boot that trod on them.

I have just dropped Miss Wonder Teeth (daughter number 1) off to her before school gymnastics club only to find that with the teacher away they’ll be
playing sport in the drizzle. Mr Boxer Shorts thinks that’s perfectly normal. That’s how he grew up and he doesn’t see any reason to move to a
country where it’s dry 90% of the time and you don’t have to crack the ice off your clothes after sport.

Apparently, not wanting to stand in the sleet and make happy facees is a sign of weakness. Call me weak. So Miss Crazy Legs and I will hide inside until
we’re forced to dash to her swimming lesson. Why on earth is it called global warming anyway?