This April is about six weeks ahead of the usual. April is always psychotic in that you can step out in a t-shirt and by the time you’ve rounded a corner a wind has risen that would refreeze the ice-cream you ate last week. Or my favorite, a shower of rain WITHOUT A CLOUD IN THE SKY. Not BTW a few drops, nopey-no, this would be a full-blown soak-you shower.
I sit under the Jet-Stream. What’s understood about this phenomenon and that’s not much, might best be described as like a pool cue driven through not quite tight racked balls. But we’re normalized to this chaos. Normalized mostly because the jet-stream tick-tacks it’s intentions about a fortnight ahead much like the snooker player drawing back his arm to give a really good clout. So even within the chaos there is a degree of predictability. This year not so much. We’ve – so far – had a sort of Paris in May type of month. And while not a sit under the cherry trees watching the blossom, nonetheless we’ve had June’s far worse.