What, it turns out, I don't love is continuous rain all Summer long.
A few summer squalls? Fine. Cool, even.
Forty days and forty nights of start-building-the-freaking-ark-rain? Um, no. Not so much, thanks.
On the plus side, at least my tap water is still potable. For now. Or so I think...
Outside work tonight, with reflections of raindrops.
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You know, this is why holidays to the Med became so popular in the Seventies when we Brits discovered aeroplanes.
My childhood holiday memories are mostly of watching this kind of weather - from a tent.
good share, great article, very usefull for us...thank you
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