And if they want to know what the weather will be like tomorrow they've only to stick their head's out of the door tomorrow - simple!
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I could tell you that a fairly heavy blanket of snow snuck up over our ankles yesterday evening. I could but one miserable metaphor doesn't make a magnum opus, although many would appear to differ.
There was a thing on Facebook just now saying if someone from the 1950s appeared today, what would be the most difficult thing to explain to them about life today. The answer was that we have devices in our pockets capable of accessing the entire knowledge base known to man. And we use it to look at pictures of cats and get into arguments with strangers.
To that we could add 'and talk about the weather'. I know it's snowing. In lots of places. I also know that there are other places where it is very hot right now. This doesn't change much for me.
My girlfriend would call it 'kom-you-nee-kay-shun', at which I, being a man, am obviously crap. But still. The weather. Sheez. Be like the guy whose abode we see here. If it's raining he stays in his tent. If it's not he comes out. That's called being at one with nature. Maybe a little too close all the same. Now, what's on the box? Oh good, the news is just ending...
And why not...