Drought zones? What drought zones?
We've just had a huge deluge of rain here in Britain, just days after the government declared drought zones across several counties. Luckily, even though I'm in one of the affected zones, we have no hosepipe ban because the water company that serves my zone was sensible in the first place, piping some of the water we use from a different part of England so we don't have to wait for more downpours to fill up all the reservoirs/lakes/rivers/irrigation systems/etc.
If you don't live in Britain (i.e. England, Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland), you probably would've guessed by now that we (nearly) always complain about the weather we get, although I only tend to complain when it's wet, cold, and I'm ill as a result. Which is what I'm basically doing now.
I have a horrible cold, which stops me from helping the kids tonight at Woodpeckers, but it isn't enough to keep me in bed for the whole day (although I fell asleep on the sofa earlier).
So here I am, writing this whilst knitting the rest of my scarf that I hopefully won't need until next winter. Then again, by the looks of the weather predictions for the next week, I might need it sooner than I thought. Plus, my new umbrella broke last week, which I'm gutted about. Why? Well:
1. It was my favourite umbrella (pink, purple and blue spots, if you were wondering) and
2. I am gonna get seriously soaked if my parents are using the other umbrella we have.
Oh well. I guess I'll just have to book a shopping trip in my diary so I can buy a new one :)
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