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Ah! The British weather…

The weather turned truly nasty for a couple of days. Nasty with a twist. Mockingly, around 7pm every day, the skies clear, the sun comes out, and our hearts fill up with hopes of nice tomorrow. Alas, the mornings leave a lot to be desired…

We were at the marvelous Leeds Castle, in Kent, on Sunday, and the rain kept coming and going. Thankfully, when it finally decided to really have a go, we were already on our way to the tents housing the local food and wine festival. After an hour or so of browsing stalls and sampling various foods, we outlasted the rain. The skies kept getting brighter on our way back home, and then the weather turned nice enough so that we contemplated having dinner out on the deck. We even played football with the kids a little bit on the garden lawn.

And then next morning came, with incessant cold rain and wind. Our guests braved the elements by touring some of London’s landmarks (that allowed ample time inside). I used underground passages in Canary Wharf to minimize my time in the open. And what do you know – the evening was not bad again; the rain stopped; the kids played with the ball outside…

The story repeated again today, without much rain, thankfully, but on the cold side. Don’t they know upstairs that it’s mid-May already? And in case anyone wonders, I am looking out the window right now, and the skies are far from threatening, the wind is rather gentle, the kids are playing outside.

💡 I think I’m going to go kick the ball around, myself…

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