The weather here is not just dreadful—it’s schizophrenic. The weather changes every ten minutes, and it does so in radical fashion. One minute the sun is shining, the next minute you are stuck in a torrential downpour. Or, as was the case this evening, you’re in a hail storm. Hail. In July. WTF?!
The weather shifts so quickly you are lucky if you can take off your sunglasses and dig your umbrella out of your purse before the skies open up. Just to offer a sense of what it's like, I scribbled down a quick timeline this afternoon:
12:05 p.m. – Heading out for lunch: Partly cloudy
12:12 p.m. – Waiting in line to buy lunch: Torrential downpour
12:20 p.m. – Walking back to office: Rain and clouds clearing
1:18 p.m. – Finishing lunch at my desk: Sunny and clear
1:44 p.m. – Looking up from my desk: Raining again.
12:12 p.m. – Waiting in line to buy lunch: Torrential downpour
12:20 p.m. – Walking back to office: Rain and clouds clearing
1:18 p.m. – Finishing lunch at my desk: Sunny and clear
1:44 p.m. – Looking up from my desk: Raining again.
This rain/sunshine/rain pattern has been going on since I arrived, which is wreaking havoc on Wimbeldon. Today alone there were 7 breaks in play. As bizarre as this strikes me, Londoners seem to react to their climate with a mix of amusement and indifference. In the elevator this morning a stranger smiled at me and said “The weather is rubbish, yeah?” I had to agree.
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