I'm knackered from sitting at this bloody machine all day. Nothing to let me procrastinate from working today because the air outside is in a hell of a hurry. It's worse than Prescott's downpipe after a triple madras and three vats of lager.
It's above freezing, not much, but compared to this time last year that's luxury. This is called Global Warming. It's easy to play, the rules are simple. If the weather is a bit warmer than normal, that's Global Warming. If it's fifty degrees colder than normal, you have to say 'weather is not climate' and assume a smug expression. At no point should you admit that we live in the UK where the weather has done just as it damn well pleases with no regard for season for the last million years.
This wind has extra cold in it. I was only out there long enough to get the recycling bin back in (there are plastic bottles and tins all over the street because as soon as the bin men lifted the bins, the wind had a rummage). It didn't feel cold while I was out there but when I came back in it felt as if I had left all my body heat in the garden.
This particular wind has been dubbed Hurricane Bawbag. Nominedeus has the details.
Global warming? I'm all for it.