...and the rain it keeps on fallin'

Sunday 24 June 2012: I went to bed late last night because I was watching Stewart Lee on YouTube. It was around midnight when I finally hit the sack, but I figured I'd be up early because it was summer and I was looking forward to a ride. Due to poor weather – over here in the UK there is no summer whatsoever – I haven't been out on a ride for over a month.

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?

Yesterday was a wonderful day and I was up and thinking about going out, but with Andy not going and me loitering around drinking tea, I lost momentum and didn't go. Shame, but I thought tomorrow it would be game on. Andy was back on the scene and all was looking good, but sometime in the dead of night I was awake and I could hear the rain falling heavily outside. I drifted off, safe in the knowledge that by the morning it would be sunny.

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.