In July the sun is hot. Is it shining? No, it's not.

[venta]

How's your weather today? Are you OK?

[Poll #1852211]

Take care, you folks up in the north of England...

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[marjory.livejournal.com]

In Sheffield, it's hoying down again. Yesterday it was hot and dry up until the evening, when the weather made a reversal. The previous few days it alternated between hot and wet on an hourly basis. I've seen worse, even here, but I'm not expecting 2007-style sandbags and helicopters just yet.

My Mum is meant to be coming down from Darlo tomorrow. I've told her not to if the worse weather up there continues, not least because the motorway will already be a right treat. It's her birthday on Monday and I've told her it's better to celebrate it belatedly than potentially not at all. I have a good line in *DOOM! DOOM!*, me!

[venta.livejournal.com]

*DOOM! DOOM!*

Like a really pessimistic Basil Brush?

[marjory.livejournal.com]

That's the one! Does that make you Uncle Derek?

I'd far rather be having a qualm-free celebration (with cake! There has to be a cake!) than one where people have been dodging overturned lorries and flooded roads.

[venta.livejournal.com]

Actually, I have no idea who Uncle Derek is. I am given to understand that I was introduced to Basil Brush at my Nana's when I was little (we didn't have a telly), and that I was completely terrified of him. (I seem to have had a generalised terror of talking animals as a small child.)

I think avoiding motorways if not essential over the weekend sounds very sensible. If your mum can't make it, then you can have consolation cake this weekend, and a celebratory cake in the future...

[marjory.livejournal.com]

I could cope with BB, but I had a mortal terror of the crow on Words and Pictures, apparently. Mine was a TV entrenched early childhood, as opposed to yours, so you probably have no idea what I'm talking about. Suffice to say, the crow had a loud screechy voice and was well up to the task of pecking my eyes out.

All of the food would find a good home courtesy of the horde of locusts who come round of a Sunday, masquerading as role-players. It's thanks to them that we can kid ourselves that we have delicate, birdlike appetites - which we do by comparison. Just not in actuality!

[feanelwa.livejournal.com]

Hey me too! Hello neighbour! London Road past the railway bridge = two streams with some tarmac and cars going down the middle. This morning when I got to work I was greeted with the sight of my wellies looking smugly dry under my desk :/

[marjory.livejournal.com]

*waves*

We're up Hackenthorpe way.

Every excuse to not go into town has been taken, not least because the climate seems to be a tad different down there each time something happens!