Today was a Which or Weather Day.
I was pottering around this morning and decided to try the Interweb for a drop of a weather forecast. The Interweb decided it was having a day off. I could see it was there but I couldn’t connect. Would I see about getting it fixed? Would I leave it until later? Did it worry me? Did it, fuck!
We went for a bit of a drive. It was a real scorcher of a day, with ne’er a cloud in the sky and the temperatures reaching levels that would have Irish farmers writing to the papers [They always complain if it’s too hot, too cold, too wet or too dry. They just are professional complainers].
We stopped off in a couple of towns and ended up in a wee spot called Vihiers where the local cafe proprietress couldn’t do enough for us because we are Irish. I gather she ain’t too fond of the English. *cough*
We got back latish and the owner of the place here was wandering around. He has been trying to entice us to use the indoor heated pool, and each day he ratchets up the temperature by a couple of degrees until we agree to have a swim. Apparently it’s now at 30C. Heh! Why do I think of lobsters?
Just as he was leaving, I remembered the Interwebby thing and I mentioned it to him. I told him to reboot his Wifi. There may have been a glitch in the translation somewhere as he gave me a funny look. Leastwise he fixed the problem on his own initiative by rebooting the Wifi. Why do I bother?
And the weather tomorrow can basically be summed up in two words.