Wet weekend

Bit of a rubbish weekend really. Our little girl was struck down with gastroenteritis at the end of last week and didn’t eat for 4 days and could hardly keep anything down. A dinner we had planned with some friends Saturday we blew out and basically we just camped out in our bedroom watching a couple of films (Albert Nobbs and My Week With Marilyn) and of course the Diamond Jubilee River Pageant.

I had to laugh because I would get embroiled in so many arguments with Americans who used to say to me “I love London, but it always rains.”

This was in Chicago when it used to dump about six feet of snow on a regular basis but I would hold my ground and always respond that it was all one big misconception.

However I reckon in my probably 100 visits back to Blighty since I left in 2003, I reckon 80% of the time when that plane lands on the runway at either Heathrow or Gatwick, it is bloody pissing down!

I thought of all those Americans glued to the fervent US TV coverage of the Queen’s Jubilee and just shook my head. I was home last weekend and the weather was glorious thankfully for my mate’s wedding but how sad it was to see the grey soggy skies with most of the river bank’s magnificent buildings saturated in dark clouds. The BBC coverage, which by the way was often nauseating, did it’s best to gloss over it, but the sight of all those umbrella’s was so very British.

Work was a quiet affair today as most people, even the non-royalists, are out but I’m off home now to wave my union jack at the highlights of Cliffy, Elton, Kylie et al.