I know British people are allegedly obsessed with talking about the weather but I think it’s because most of us are shy and the weather is an easy topic of conversation. Well – because I’m a bit shy – the weather over here is very strange too.
We haven’t had a winter to speak of because we will have two or three days of clear blue skies and temperatures you’d kill for in Filey in August. The evenings and nights are generally cold, necessitating people to wrap-up warm and fit central heating or wood-burning stoves and stuff like that.
I saw two guys (fellow dog-walkers) wearing shorts a couple or three days ago – Ken said that he thought this was it now and the weather had turned – Eric swam in his pool on Saturday and we were all chuffed to bits. This morning it’s blowing a gale and there’s full cloud-cover.
There’s an old-folks outing to Benidorm tomorrow. This time it was sort of decided that the ladies would go and the menfolk would stay at home. This was one of those ideas that one person has and every other person goes along with it. Fairy Nuff. To compensate for our missed day out, the boys are going golfing instead. If you are a regular reader you will know that I’m no golfer but I do like an hour whacking balls on the driving-range. This should include a couple of pints and lunch. The weather forecast is poor so it may be just food and drink – or I might see if anyone is interested in playing pool instead of golf.
M and I were out to lunch yesterday. We have Irish friends whose nephew owns a place half an hour drive up the coast. They come out and stay a couple of times a year and it’s always great to see them. We were home about seven and I crashed out on the settee for thirty minutes and then we went to the weekly quiz. Catastrophous. Fifth out of eleven – our worst performance in months. Well – could you list five deserts in order of size – or five National Parks in the UK in order of size. No? Neither could we.
We played our joker on the odd-one-out round. My logic was that the answer is there so if you don’t know, you can guess. Four out of ten. William said we should have played our joker on the last round (pop music) but we got another disastrous four out of ten on that too. We should have had six. Blondie’s first hit? Heart of Glass. No – Sunday Girl. Changed it – it was H of G! Bugger. Who sang the first line in “It’s Christmas Time….”? Paul Young. No it was Midge Ure. OK. It was PY – bugger again.
It was becoming embarrassing winning every week and all the regulars were delighted that we lost so spectacularly. You can’t win ’em all.