It's the weekend and yet again it's beyond bleak. The same freezing grey, soul destroying easterly crud that's been served up for what seems like an eternity. It makes me want to scream and scream and scream. How much more of this utter crap can I be expected to take without having some sort of breakdown? Having to work week after week for absolutely nothing.
This April hasn't just been awful. It's been excrutiatingly awful. This past fortnight has been the dullest at this time of year since 2012, as was the Easter Weekend, but it's felt even worse. It's literally the same crap day after day. Not similar - the exact same Groundhog hell. Day after day walking up to the same featureless grey filth and the exact same temperature of 7.8C following a filthy mild night. Then it will struggle to reach 10C as it takes all day for the muck to clear and as soon as it does it rolls in again.
Horrendously unvaried and uninteresting, wrist-slittlingly awful rubbish. So dire that just seeing a cumulus cloud would be thrilling by comparison. This latest atrocity will ensure that this toxic month will finish below 2012 for weekend sunshine meaning that the four worst Aprils for weekend sunshine, in my 19 years of records, have been the last four. You could not make this crap up. The last decent April weekend was 24th/25th in 2021. Don't think anything that horrific even happened during the 2007-12 summers - the worst run of Weekend Curse horror summers in history. We're now enduring the spring equivalent of those. The third disaster spring on the trot.
Originally Posted by: richardabdn