The never ending cruel and torturous punishment goes on and on. Yet another grim, ugly, beyond depressing overcast Sunday in what has been the most vile and repellent weekend yet.
Apart from the months I have been lucky enough to escape from this soul destroying hellhole the only abiding memory I have from the past 2 1/2 years is of dismal grey Sundays stuck in the house like a comatose vegetable getting absolutely nothing out of life.
This hell is unlike anything I've ever experienced before. It's like having to constantly relive Summer 2007 on a never ending loop of depair. Since November 2022 it has constantly been the worst day of the week by a margin and the grimness has instensifed since last Autumn, in defiance of any reasonable expectation.
Since September it has had only 27% of the possible sun which is worse than any calendar year in recorded history and it constrasts with 58% for Thursday. It's just a ludicrous differential that shouldn't be happening. There is no rational explanation for this.
Nowhere else on earth is enduring this except for uninhabitable wastelands. Even Edinburgh had four decent Sundays in a row up to last week whereas here all but one were miserable grey and overcast. Can't remember the last time we had four good Sundays in a row. There's only been three in total in the past five months.
Just 51.2 hours sun since the 13th which compares to 51.7 hours for 13th to 27th April 2012. So we need half an hour sunshine just to equal that terrible total from the dullest April of the past 80 years. Looking at the putrid mess on the satellite that could be a tough ask.
It really has been the most montonous spell of unspeakably dire grey nothingess I've ever experienced in mid-to late April which should be one of the best times of the year but has been reduced to ranking amongst the worst. As rotten as the worst Novembers.
Spring is nothing but an extension of winter these days. Need the heating on round the clock day after day and still need to take vitamin D supplement. Can't sit in the garden and can't enjoy a trip to the countryside to see the lambs frolicking about. Not that they'd be doing that in these grotesque conditions that suck the life out of everything. More like huddled up in the corner of the field. It's bleak beyond comprehension.
Originally Posted by: richardabdn