We Are In Drought.

"Drought".

I am sick of this weather. We are not in a drought. That is not an explanation for this farce of an April. Here are some better reasons for what’s been happening:

1) Apocalypse.

2) God having too much fun with the Titanic’s 100th anniversary and wishing to create re-enactment using Oxford as test place (poss with Rad Cam as iceberg, since with the stacks 7/8 probably are underground);

3) Official statement by Mother Nature on the stupidity of the Olympics;

4) Evidence of curse on all representatives of water boards/councils enforcing hosepipe bans, who must now be subject to hate speech and violence whenever they appear in the media.

For the past two weeks, I seem to have been permanently damp and cold. To be precise, I’ve been in the degree of damp and cold which usually comes from standing in a mediocre British themepark and straying too close to the log flume. Occasional variations have included the bone-chilled misery last felt on a school trip to North Wales, or the recognisable sogginess commonly derived from harbour walls in October half term.

"Hosepipe ban".

Goodness knows how international students (from anywhere other than… I don’t know, Iceland ) are coping. The malaise everyone’s feeling is now beyond Seasonal Affective Disorder. It’s the legitimate rage of being permanently bent double, bedraggled and (more often than not) struggling with an umbrella that’s warped itself into the shape of a disabled vampire bat.

I am not asking for the Camus-like heat of summer, in which the tarmac starts sweating and there’s a simmering feeling that people might start eyeing each other with reference to knives. I don’t even like summer that much; as one of life’s consummate sunburners, I find the season heavy on Factor 50 and short on bikinis. But I would like some Spring. I’m not even asking to go straight into ballet pumps and bare legs. I’d just like my boots to dry out between outings.

Which E. F. Benson Character Are You - possibly the least likely internet quiz ever.

I can’t believe I’ve just found this much to say about the weather. Oh dear.

This has been the most British of blogposts, grumbled out between marking essays and crossly sipping my tea. Thank you for your patience. I hope if it really does flood, I can float out to sea on a table like Mapp and Lucia; but only if I can live in an E. F. Benson novel when I get back…

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4 thoughts on “We Are In Drought.

  1. I favour reason 3. Incidentally your post appeared in gmail with the advertisements for the following:
    Leak detection surveys
    Private tuition in Hull
    Black Mold tests (not sure if this is a Germanic spelling of mould or a reference to a test of the impact of a wet Sunday in Mold, North Wales)
    Benidorm Holiday deals.

    Keep dry

    Bruno

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  2. Superb. I favour a modulated version of (4) that by declaring a hosepipe ban we have taunted the Rain Gods into retaliation.

    In related news: have you seen this brilliant photo: http://imgur.com/ZyKxf ? Welcome to Britain…

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  3. May I offer to give you a grand tour of southern California? We are blessed with about 350 days of perfect weather each year, rarely too hot, never too cold, with delightfully low humidity.

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  4. Climate and Geography! It’s almost half a century since I was at Magdalen, and the cold and damp from the river were occupational hazards. I found your pages by chance, but have read them with much pleasure. We have a Facebook friend in common: Jaq Bessel is a friend of mine, and was a valued colleague until the Shakespeare Institute stole her.

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