weather 9 March 2008
Well, we are supposed to be getting one helluva storm later but looking out at the glorious weather here at Dublin airport that’s hard to believe. I have moved myself onto an earlier flight though as I HAVE to get to London tonight so that I can be at work filming in the morning (the thought of not being in the right country at 6.30 tomorrow morning when I am to be collected fills me with the sort of dread and makes my buttocks clench with sweaty and well-nigh liquid fear…thought you’d all be delighted with that image, so…) Earlier, the G cat, sat sunning herself on the decking, looking every inch the queen of all she surveyed, and it was hard not to be really affected by her pleasure in the sunshine. I look forward to summer and her out there and am horribly reminded that our days together are numbered now as she gets ever older and near the age of departure (she’s 19 or so, I think, and that’s some age for a cat).
As to the forecast, when I was growing up I seem to remember everyone slagged off the weather people on tv because they always seemed to get it wrong. And even though technology has moved on for the meteorological types they can still get things a bit skewy from time to time – I wonder if this is one of ‘those’ times? This night shall tell a tale.
