I thought today was going to be a relatively quiet one.

How wrong I was..

This is the first chance I’ve had to relax and do nothing since I got up.

I knew I was going down to the village today [it was the other stuff I didn’t know about, but that’s another story that I’ll keep to myself].  Being the type of bloke who likes to think ahead I looked up the weather forecast last night.

It was grand.  Nice and dry with rain spreading up from the South West later in the evening.  No need for a coat then.

You see, I trust our weather service because they have a little note underneath their forecasts –

The information presented here is derived from Numerical Weather Prediction (NWP) models used in Met Eireann as forecaster guidance. Information for up to 5 days ahead comes from the ECMWF model, presented at 6-hourly intervals. The official forecast may not always reflect the guidance charts illustrated; the forecasters also consider information from satellite, radar and weather observations, in addition to the application of their own experience.

With all that incredible technology and experience how could they possibly be wrong when they were predicting a mere fourteen hours or so ahead?

It pissed down all afternoon.

Fucking cats and dogs from lunchtime onwards.

Lashing stair-rods, it was.

And these are the computer models that are predicting the next ice age global warming catastrophic climate change?

They can’t even predict what’s going to happen the next day?

They can kiss my rain-sodden arse.