English weather

Well I was just about to go outside in the cold sunshine for some parkour but it suddenly started to storm hail. What do you gus think of the weather? We've had summer sunhine and warm, cat-dog rain, hail and snow all in the last few days.

I think it's really fun and interesting.

I think it's kind of annoying, One minute it's almost Tshirt weather and the next it's snowing... It is definitely not boring lol

Haha yah..annoying if you are outside.

i hate how much difference 20 minutes can make to whether or not you actually have the will inside you to walk somewhere. i wish i could walk to places in a bubble. so i didn't get hailstoned on.

I wouldn't mind so much but I take my dog for a walk and it's really quite warm, then I get home and get ready to go out in town and the weather changes and I am dressed for the warmish weather and spend the afternoon freezing... I think we need to carry a rucksack around with shorts, Tshirts, big woolly jumper, thermals, trousers, waterproofs, umbrella, coat, sunglasses and sun lotion... that should about cover a days weather over here and we'd always be prepared :]

haha.

English weather = crap

=) Aint we lucky

I had like a driving lesson in all that crap. . . sooo much snow i couldn't see anything, just little fakes... i went down the A3 at like 35mph

I think the dude upstairs is having mood swings. And I'm not quite appreciating them, actually.

Oh, it's been so much fun. I took my Iguana, Hermes, for a walk this morning. Sun was shining, sky was blue, wind was flat. I wore a little black dress and tangerine lipgloss. Suddenly the weather changed. Dark clouds sealed the sky, hail missiled into car windshields, splintering the glass. In moments, I became a victim of frostbite, and the dead weight of my left foot was naught but a handicap. I snatched up a shard of windsheild glass, then began sawing off the useless extremity. When all hope seemed lost, the sun burst through the clouds like a mighty torch, instantly warming the atmosphere. Clutching my detached left foot, hobbling, slightly disabled, I decided to make the most of the extreme occasion. "Hermes! Fetch, boy, fetch!"

We played fetch with my foot for the next twenty minutes, when out of nowhere, Hermes imploded. Apparently, cold-blooded animals cannot handle vast temperature changes in too short a time. I sighed, robbed a wheelchair from an old lady, and headed home.

...And here I am.