It’s raining outside and there’s a bit of a bluster. Typical for the time of the year. It’s called Ashley, I understand. I know they called the wind Maria, but I can’t be the only one who finds this naming of every bit of rain and wind downright bloody stupid.
Overnight, windy Ashley will be replaced by Breezy Laura and Sunny Paul; mid morning damp Elizabeth will cause treacherous driving conditions and all motorists are advised to stay at home. Tomorrow evening gusty Ali will have absolutely no effect on high tides and the met office are advising everyone within two hundred miles of the coast to stay at home, install sandbags, and wrap themselves in cotton wool. The long range forecast suggests totally normal weather for the time of year (called Melisa) and warns of a high risk that leaves may fall from trees causing heightened risk of head injuries thus the country will go into lockdown.
Well, I must say, now and then my wind “blows the stars around and send the clouds a flyin”
Perhaps the next scam is a storm identifying as a zephyr….courtesy of insurance companies who don’t want to pay out
The good part is that this weather naming lark is so stupid that it positively invites mockery. The possibilities for taking the piss are endless.
Because I booked myself & my brother and partner into a Christmas afternoon tea for my trip in December I’m getting alerts for the venue (must have not unticked something).
Yesterday, I got notification that because of storm Ashley, the venue would close early at the weekend to ‘keep the staff safe’
The venue? It’s Edinburgh Castle. It’s kept out besieging armies, I think it can cope with weather!
In the US, where they often do get seriously bad weather, businesses often do close early so that the staff can get home before the roads become impassable. Back in the 1980s My workplace closed early and sent everyone home because it was snowing really heavily and there was a serious chance that some of us might not have been able to make it home. That the Met Office have given a name to a rather mundane bit of wind and rain isn’t really a good reason to send everyone home early is it? Hopefully the constant crying wolf will wear thin eventually.
My wife had a friend who was married to a guy called Ashley. When said friend was going through her divorce, wifey would go around to her house to be a shoulder to cry on and hear about what an utter twat Ashley was. I would frequently come home to a fridge full of beer just for not being him.
Sunny with blue skies and mild wind here in Perth, Scotland.
Maybe we should call it “Sunday”.
Seems appropriate.