Brrrrr what a scorcher
Is this going to be the first year ever when we sit down to that spring-time treat, Engish asparagus, and there's snow on the ground outside?
The weather's all over the place at the moment so, inevitably, it's difficult to decide what sort of food to eat. One minute the sun is shining and thoughts turn to to light dishes, then temperatures drop and hearty stews seem most suitable.
One thing's certain, though. My barbecue's staying in the shed until we can be sure of a few decent days of sunshine. By which time it will probably be autumn.
I hate the British weather.
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Come on, Paul, how can you say you hate the British weather? It's always changing, so it's always interesting, which is why the Brit's traditional staple of small talk everywhere is always the weather - where else would you get such a fascinating variety of climatic conditions?
As Billy connolly is fond of saying - there's no such thing as bad weather - just the wrong sort of clothes.
Hiya Bill. Unless the temperature tops 80 degrees, it's never the right weather for me.
Didn't Billy Connolly once write an anthem to wellies??? Anyone who can praise rubber footwear has got to be suspect.