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Drowning in a Drought

Even I’m starting to think that perhaps the country has gone a little doolally in the recent months. For those of you who are up to date on the English weather you will know that England is currently considered to be in a drought. For those of you who couldn’t give a toss about the English weather, you should, it’s a fantastic topic of conversation. Constant opportunities for a good gripe or moan, no matter what it’s like outside the window.

My shoes are still drying on the radiator from the walk from my sixth form to my car this afternoon! Areas of Britain are actually under hosepipe bans, and I’m squelching my way down the streets of Newport with an umbrella that recently gave in to the perils of wind! (It broke.)

At present I’m spending an annoyingly large amount of my time resembling a drown rat, and this is not a look that I wake up and think, hum… I quite fancy looking like that this morning.

Where I go to school is also infested with student driver (though I must include myself among them). Heavy traffic + torrential rain + the odd bus/van = best friend making threats to my life unless I start parking closer to school. (There really isn’t anywhere closer to school that I can park, at least not without risking being yelled at.)

I have to love living in England when stuff like this happens though. Where else can you say that you are currently stood in a drought area, but the rain has been pretty much non-stop for a week and a half?

Would it be any better if the weather suddenly turned warm? Probably not, the last heat wave we had just left most of the sixth form out on the school field complaining that it was too hot. I’d probably melt if I ever visited somewhere that actually does have summer.

There is really only one solution as far as I can see. Replace the broken umbrella and ignore all weather forecasters and drought announcer people. (Yes I know that’s probably not their title!) England is wonderfully barmy and I would not wish to live anywhere else.

 

 

 

But if someone knows how to get the rain to stop I would greatly appreciate it, just for the times between 8.20am-8.45 am and 3.45pm-4.30pm GMT. The rest of time I can huddle inside and everyone else can get a soaking.

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Carol J Forrester is a writer trying to be a better one. She’s currently working on her first novel ‘Darkened Daughter’ and attempting to put together a collection of poetry in the hopes of submitting to publication in 2020. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon. More recently her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers here on Writing and Works.

8 Comments

  1. When I went to Britain last summer, I made sure to bring three pairs of shoes, so I could rotate between them. That way whatever pair got soaked through would have time to dry.

    Ah, I miss the rain. 🙂

  2. We in the north of England are used to rain, especially in Cumbria! We just laugh at the news reports of southern England complaining about droughts when it’s chucking it down at the same time! It’s lovely weather today up here and we have no drought or rain! 🙂 Sorry!

  3. I’m sorry about your drought, but I just giggled uproariously because you call a garden hose a “hosepipe”…. I guess it makes me laugh because I think of that old, old drinking song with the words I learned in elementary school: “what shall we do with the drunken sailor? put him in the scuppers with a hosepipe on him…” BTW, what is a scuppers?

    • “A scupper is an opening in the side walls of an open-air structure, for purposes of draining water. Ships have scuppers at deck level, to allow for ocean or rainwater to drain off.”
      Good old wikipedia.
      ‘Hosepipe’ is used fairly regularly here in Britian, if it makes you laugh I’ll take that as a compliment. It’s always a success when a good old moan about the weather here in blighty can leave someone giggeling.

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