Hey Ireland! It’s all your fault.
I would like to thank Grannymar, Grandad, K8, Sweary, Twenty Major, Bock the Robber, Damien, Granny, RTE, BrianDamage, Bertie, Gerry, Ian, Wayne, my friend Ron as well as Johnny Dodge and all the rest of you Irish feckers who have seen your way clear to send your Irish weather over here. Oh, yea, Sam and Kav, TAT and Daz, you are not off the hook for this either.
I’ll have you know that all day today it has been raining cats and dogs or lashing rain as you say. The thing that really gets to me is that you didn’t bother thinking about the fact it’s barely above freezing here, if at all. Geez! I awake this morning to a deluge of sleet! I’m not going out in that, says I. So I putz around the house for the morning and as the temp rises the sleet finally turns to rain around noonish. Well that certainly didn’t last too long because the temperature outside drops below 273.15K and the near biblical deluge turns into ice.
Oh, yippie freaking skippy!!
This is just lovely, isn’t it? So now the small creeks and raging rivers in the streets have become solid forking ice. Well that’s just what I was hoping for, wasn’t it?
I wouldn’t have such a negative reaction to this seeing as how it is Sunday and all but none of the local pizza shops are delivering because of the ice. Now how the heck am I suppose to get a large EBA (Everthing But Anchovies) or a garbage can* pizza when the freaking pizza shops aren’t delivering? Geez!
* A Garbage Can Pizza is a 12 topping pizza from Greasy Tony’s Pizza in Tucson Arizona wherein one can order any 12 toppings of their choice on a large pizza and have it delivered directly to your house. BTW, I don’t live in Tucson but c’mon you know what I mean.
God, I love this post modern society.
Enough of that crap. I’m not budging far from my fireplace today and on top of all that the Eagles lost again and to top it off the Steelers lost to freakin’ New England but I’m still WAY pissed that the pizza shops are not delivering… and anyways yous’ guys’ are an easy target.
Oh, yea, AbVan and Baino yous’ guys’ are just as guilty because it’s nice and warm there right now.
So, there you go.
Now quit yer whingen’. When I was little and living in the north of England, it didn’t matter what the weather was like. We were rugged up in our wellies and overcoats, squished into home knit jumpers and mittens, layered with a plastic mac and a sow wester and sent out to play in the fresh air . . .whether it was raining or otherwise. Then, when we came home with no feeling in our extremities, we stripped in the ‘lean to’, were plonked in a real bath (not these piddly 6″ troughs that are installed in new houses today), warmed by the fire and fed beans on toast and hot chocolate. No wonder I have a romantic idea about the cold and the rain . . if it’s any consolation, it’s overcast and afternoon thunderstorms . . .but still 27C. Mind you, our hail is bigger than your hail . . .shameless plug follows thank yer lucky stars you haven’t got these coming down yer chimney!
http://bainosbanter.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-hail-aussie-weather.html
Soft Americans!!!!!
Won’t it give you time to listen to my Podcasts
Hugs from a frozen wet GM
Ah, no worries mate! Just come down south, where it will be a sunny 25°C (77°F) on the morrow.
You’ve got Ireland weather and I’ve got Caribbean weather.
Okay, should I send you some summer sunshine, heat and a wee bit of humidity (oh and some daisies)? Will that make you quit whinging at the poor Irish feckers? Or do you just want to whinge?
You leave me the hell out of this.
You deserve all that weather buddy! We had it for so damn long!
How about asking Shrub to sign up to Kyoto?