What us Brits think of the current weather….

Apologies for the content of the post but I think it sums up how appalling the weather has been for the last two weeks in Britain….. 

 
While the rest of Europe is very hot, very sunny and very gorgeous. Here, it’s grey, cold, wet and throughly unpleasant.

Again many apologies for the content….

Allen Brooks xx

Hello there…

Today has been one of those days where you try and make the best of a bad job. The weather has been unbelievably bad, cold, wet and windy, and thus that makes my mood not as tip top as it should be.

So it was another venture to the gym. It actually felt like hard work today, which I suppose that’s how it should be. But instead of sitting on my backside indoors, moping and feeling sorry for myself, it was time to use the time wisely, which I did.

Then I had a meal at the restaurant about 200 yards away. Very nice too. But it’s a day that hasn’t risen above the average. Perhaps it’s a lesson in trying to use time wisely when I’m not at my best. Tomorrow will be different. There’s a lot going on, and it won’t be mediocre, I can promise you that.

See ya 

Allen Brooks xx

Where has Summer gone?

Second Saturday in a row, it’s dreary, grey and wet here in London. That thing called Summer has decided to depart British shores and leave us with this unremitting gloom. I’d rather have November in it’s rightful place, not in July or August.

And we wonder why Brits fly south for the summer? When it’s 100F in parts of the Med and Spain, who can blame them? Not me. The greyness and unrelenting rain is a reminder that Britain is an island at the eastern end of the Atlantic, so we get all sorts of muck every year. Doesn’t do much for the mood, I can tell you.

Allen Brooks xx

P.S:- The UK weather changed when the schoolchildren broke up for their summer holidays. Coincidence? 

Not a lot of sleep…but ready to go

Not a lot of sleep last night, due to a big thunderstorm raging over London. Once 3.30 am came round, the rain ceased, the thunder ceased and the lightning flickered off into the night air. Time for four hours sleep.

Bit bleary eyed, but as it happens, I’m not too bad. On my way to a work meeting. So far, no bad luck or mechanical failures or computer glitches. I’m not superstitious really, touch wood. Just sitting back, relaxing and enjoying the rare privilege of an air conditioned train in London. Hoping the day starts off better than the nonsensical morning that greeted me yesterday. 

Allen Brooks xx

Can’t Sleep….

A deep rumbling…..no it’s not my stomach, but the sound of thunder. Certain parts of England, including London where I am, are seeing massive amounts of rain, frequent lightning and sounds of thunder. London has missed the storms up till now with the high temperatures, but there’s no doubt this one is venting it’s feelings. 

Got a few hours of this too, so a decent night’s sleep has gone. Don’t like storms, I know that some people do, but I don’t, so there you go.

Oh well, time to sit this one out…

Allen Brooks xx

Downhill run..

Hello. 21st June today. The longest day of the year. The day that marks the downhill run to 21st December, meaning it gets gradually darker in the evenings. Joy! 

Today is the hottest June day since that glorious summer of 1976. It’s been about 35 degrees C, 95 degrees F in old money. Hot enough. Having ventured out earlier, I was then regretting leaving the cool of indoors to sample the oven like conditions outside.

A few people are not happy with this hot spell. Then again, we English are never happy. It’s either too wet, too dry, too cold or too hot. Personally, I prefer it to be less humid and oven like. Next time I’ll squash myself in the oven and turn on the heat to regulo 8. Not a pretty sight, I’m sure you’ll agree.

What about me and anxiety? It’s been a little better. I even ventured out to a meeting yesterday without too much trouble. But there was a warning shot fired across the bows today. Someone wanted me to go and umpire a match tonight. I had to decline. Even thinking about the possibility of umpiring makes me anxious at the moment. I don’t know why. The enthusiasm and zest for cricket that was there for 8-10 weeks has disappeared, hopefully temporarily. The prospect of standing there and making a fool of myself plays on the mind to such an extent that the negativity is overbearing. 

Of course, I don’t make a fool of myself at cricket, but try telling that to my fertile mind that sets off on a voyage that leaves me ready to hit another iceberg. The wrestling that goes on with my mind is something I’ll never be able to come to terms with. 

Bizarre. But that’s me. Utterly bizarre.

Allen Brooks xx

El Scorchio….!!

It’s been extremely, some might say, dangerously hot in parts of Southern Europe, with temperatures topping out at 100 Fahrenheit or more. Unbearable heat.

Some of that is wafting it’s way to the UK. The weekend could see temperatures in the 90s. The trouble is, it’s coinciding with the hay fever season and the rise in pollution. I’m not complaining mind you. After being totally windswept and soaked by a ghastly Tuesday last week, this is all very welcome.  Could be beach and factor 30 time again. Now where is a lovely lady to rub sun tan cream on my back? Nowhere to be seen…story of my life!

Enjoy it!

Allen Brooks xx