Bank holiday

Weather forecasters, according to a report in this morning's newspaper, expect between 2¼" and 3" of rain during the month of May. What the paper doesn't tell us is just whereabouts in the country one can expect rainfall to that extent. Surely some parts will nearly always have considerably more than that and some a lot less? That's the problem with averages: they never tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. It's even worse when the figures quoted are averages of averages! But to get back to that newspaper report. It goes on to say that during the first two days of this month, no less than 1½" of rain fell – a good half of 30 days' worth and, if one takes the lower of the expected rainfall, two-thirds of this month's rain in just two days. It has rained again this morning, fortunately leaving it until just as I was getting near home with the dog as I was not wearing a waterproof. The forecast is that it will dry up today, but the wind has gone round to the north (It's either backed or veered but I don't know which) and is very cold. Typical bank holiday weekend weather.

The television schedules are just as bad. There is not normally a great deal that both Mrs S and I want to watch on the box but over the last four evenings there has been nothing except the late night news. No, that's not true. There was a programme yesterday but that went on too late so I have recorded it for later consumption. What this has meant is that on no fewer than four consecutive evenings I have been able to watch the snooker from the world championships, but I can only take an hour or so of that at a sitting.

Yep, it's a typical bank holiday.