|Rain hitting the birdbath around 7am this morning. It's not going to|
improve by 8am so it's looking like an 'abort'. Maybe next week?
How wrong I was! My alarm went off at 6am and it was still pelting down outside. Andy sent a text wondering whether we ought to abort. I texted back saying 'let's see what it's like at 7am' and sure enough, at 7am, it was the same, if not worst. Outside now the skies are grey, the plants in the garden are over-laden with rainwater and the bird bath is choppy. I called Andy and said it was looking decidedly like an 'abort', but that I'd check back again in an hour (at 8am). The weather is so changeable, it could easily be bright and sunny within the next 55 minutes – although I'm guessing it won't be.
Wimbledon starts tomorrow! Cue shots of black umbrellas and the covers going over the courts, not forgetting images of puddles riddled with raindrops and furrowed brows on skyward-looking officials. Let's just hope that Sir Cliff isn't there entertaining the already miserable crowd.