Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Our waterlogged new life

I don't mind the rain. I don't mind doing a bit of gardening when it's drizzly, or going for a damp walk, or even popping to the shops on my bike. Like any proper Brit, I know there's no such thing as bad weather, only the wrong clothes. But I don't love it when it rains all day every day, like it has been lately.

TLOML does not share my tolerance of wet weather. Far from it. It actually makes him angry. 'Where is it all coming from?' he asked me yesterday, in a tone that can only be described as outraged. He tells me there is rain forecast every day for the next 15 days. A bleak outlook indeed.

This weekend we visited Oxford for some wedmin. As I looked down over the rainy quad, and damp lawns, I wished I were able to confidently state that our wedding day won't look like this:

As it is, grim realism has to triumph over blind optimism. The best I could manage was a highly equivocal 'We really ought to be able to expect good weather in July.'

It wouldn't be so bad only for the contrast with Malibu. It's okay to trade the beach for the Heath, especially when you have good friends and quality gastropubs to soften the blow. But comparing year round warmth and near-constant sunshine with weeks of grey Spring rain... TLOML is questioning the wisdom of this move and I don't blame him.


  1. Aw yes poor TLOML. It's a tough thing to adjust to.
    My other half spent the first months in England bewildered as to why it was all so grey.

  2. It must feel very far from you - living in flipflops I seem to remember from a recent post.

    I like relentless positive responses to that 'why is British weather so awful?' question. Like 'thank goodness it's so grey because we really appreciate blue skies when we see them'.

    Only... as I learnt in Malibu when the sky is blue every day, it turns out, one still really appreciates it. Sigh.