Soggy

EARLIER this year, a top weather-forecaster appeared on television to declare that, once the rains had cleared, 2012 would be a "barbecue summer". Ha! The rains have failed to desert us. So far we've had a squelchy Diamond Jubilee, whose lowlight involved our 86 year-old sovereign and her faithful 91 year-old consort dragged up a drear and grey River Thames on an open-top barge where she felt compelled to stand in open view for more than two hours as the weather changed from cloudy and chill to misty drizzle to absolute downpour, as the nation looked on via the luxury of TV. Those who did turn out to see her were mostly shielded by umbrellas or pac-a-macs. But the poor Queen had nothing but an expensive-looking hat and scarf to shield her from the cruel elements. Poor Prince Philip was so affected he was taken to hospital the next day, and forced to miss the rest of the National Celebrations.

Well the weather is still soggy. It has rained just about every day this past fortnight. How typical that when I finally move to a place with the luxury of a washing machine plus access to fresh-air drying in the garden, my clean clothes should come in, after three days on the line, with all the freshness of a late autumnal camping holiday in the Scottish Highlands.

My own mood is matching the elements. I awoke to the bangs and murmurs of a family of gnomes in the cellar. Then realized this was but a dream. It was midday when I finally got up. I'd overslept by four hours (normally I like to get up by 8) a sign that my body is going into depression. I wandered around feeling paranoid and jumpy. Kept thinking about my blog and yet another methadone rant posted yesterday. How I felt like a stuck record. How bored I am with myself. I opened my comments fearing a slurry of insults; but, surprisingly, every comment was positive.

As you will have noticed, I started a blogroll. Obviously your blog won't be there. So if you are left out, please leave a message and I'll make the necessary amendments.

Cheerio. I hope your day was dryer and more cheerful than mine. (It wasn't that wet in London by the way: ONLY WHEN I STEPPED OUTSIDE!)


Illustrated: typical London view in soggy weather; they only produced this umbrella after Elizabeth II had spent an awfully long time out in the wet and cold...



MUSIC

MEL C: I TURN TO YOU (LOUIE DEVITO MIX)




MICHAEL JACKSON: SPEECHLESS
From 2002 Invincible album