OK, North Americans, look away now. I am sick of this winter. It has run and run and it has been freezing for months. The Alaskans in the children’s school laugh at us and I saw Alaskan father yesterday wearing no coat which means he must be very hardy (he also speaks very good Irish – these Alaskans full of surprises – it’s not just Sarah Palin, you know). My mother says that it is the coldest winter she remembers since 1947 when her February birthday party was blighted by snow. A friend of mine whose mother is from Belfast says that the winter of ’47 was so cold that the snow didn’t melt until May. Bah.
It is not the cold I mind so much as the endless rain. Blurgh. Do you think all this precipitation means we will get a long hot summer?!
So long as it’s rain, it’s ok, it’s the hail I dislike. Oh, almost certainly now.
Yep, definitely bored of snow in town now.
However, snow on the hills where it’s meant to be is fab.
Re summer – with your polar maritime climate, I think not. And probably not even with the polar continental one we have over here in the east.
Sarah, frankly, this is depressing, though not entirely unexpected, news.