The Tourist Effect3 September, 2009
Abi visited me. “Prepare to be rained on!” I warned her. But barring some token drizzle on the first evening, it was sunny and dry throughout her visit. “What rain?” she asked.
My parents visited me. “Prepare to be rained on!” I warned them. But, other than a token rainbow as we rolled off the ferry, there was barely a drop of rain all week. “You’re making it up” they mocked.
Not only is the Irish climate relentlessly soggy, it is conspiring to make me appear foolish to my nearest and dearest! I am not impressed. Though I concede that me looking foolish is better than them getting drenched.