Tuesday, 3 August 2004
Blech, On So Many Levels
So, as promised: the skinny on the rain.
It did.
Unfortunately, as is common with summer storms, this one took all night to build up and lasted all of five minutes. So much for the scheduled cooling rain. I guess it decided that it had unfinished work, because it slowly swung around and took a second go at it around lunchtime.
Which, of course, would have been perfect had it not been that Véronique, Heather and I were having our lunch outdoors precisely under the gap between the restaurant's two awnings. No worries, thanks for the wash down, then.
Véronique, by the way, is leaving tomorrow to live in Barcelona. This was a going-away lunch of sorts, and a catch-up of other sorts (as it'd been about a year since I last saw her). I'm sure the rain will make for fond memories.
Despite even now being in the normally comfortable low-20s (mid-to-low 70s in Fair-en-hite), the dewpoint is just a bit lower. So then, clammy skin and clinging sheets tonight, it is - and not for any particularly good reasons either.
A real page-turning, seat-gripper today, eh? It'll be better soon, promise.
In the meantime, it's up to Mr. Nice to keep you entertained.