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Posted by sean on November 19, 2018 at 11:52 pm in Weather with No Comments


I certainly noticed the cold weather this morning, as I rode my scooter into work.

That long, hot summer, where I ate nothing but ice lollies, seems a lifetime ago.

If it gets much colder, I’ll be switching my scooter for a snow plough.

Posted by sean on November 7, 2018 at 11:48 pm in Weather with No Comments


I recently blogged about one of life’s small pleasures.

One of my other simple delights, which doesn’t cost a penny, is lying in bed at night, hearing heavy rain outside; being driven into the windows and side of the house by strong gusts of wind. I love it.

What I do not love is when the weather is dry and calm all night, but decides to unleash a hellish combination of wind and rain, as I am about to leave for work.

Despite wearing a coat and somehow managing to drive my 4-miles-per-hour mobility scooter as if it were a Formula One motorcar, the 8 minute ride to the office resulted in me getting absolutely soaked!

I was worried that a passing car may drive through a deep puddle in the road, splashing me in the process. However, I don’t think even the mother of all soakings could have made me any less drenched than how I was, upon arrival at my desk.

What’s the weather tonight, as I blog and prepare to sleep? Yes, you’ve guessed it. The weather is calm and dry.

Posted by sean on July 8, 2018 at 9:31 pm in Weather with No Comments


This heatwave is getting beyond the joke. Whoever decided to turn Bath into Baghdad needs to realise that enough is enough; and despite the fact we moan about having crap summers, us Brits secretly love nothing more than an overcast July afternoon, 17 degrees Celsius, with a bit of light drizzle.
Both Claire and myself have been surviving primarily on Callipo ice lollies this weekend. Even Roman the rabbit has been eating ice cubes!

Posted by sean on March 19, 2018 at 7:16 pm in Weather with No Comments


My last blog was titled “Snow Gone”. Despite it being mid-March and Spring officially starting on Wednesday, Bath was attacked by Mother Nature’s freezing fury this weekend. It was bitterly cold. Then, on Sunday, the snow arrived. While it wasn’t like the craziness of two weeks ago, it was enough to cause mild chaos.

FFS… how to get through this without breaking your neck

I am getting pretty pissed off by it, to be honest. I feel I should blame somebody, but there isn’t anyone. I’ll blame the weatherman… Oi! Weatherman It’s nearly April! You had your chance to cover the country in snow, in December. It’s Spring time now. Can you take your snow, freezing wind and general cold shit and fuck off… fuck off… FUCK OFF!

Posted by sean on March 6, 2018 at 11:05 pm in Weather with No Comments


A couple of days after the weekend and you wouldn’t be able to tell Britain had been covered by snow.

My Dad came over on Saturday, to clear the path from our front door to the street and also ended up digging a neighbours car out of deep snow.

I returned to work on Monday. I don’t think I could have asked for a third day off because of it!

Right now, I feel for all the people who panic bought all that excess bread and milk, during the bad weather. People were buying shopping trolleys full of the stuff! All they have to show for their efforts now are bags of green, mouldy bread and bottles of milk, which bears more of a resemblance to cottage cheese.

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