I could in fact write quite a lot about the famous irony of fate right now. On the other hand, what is so ironic, then? The bloody weather just hates us, plain and simple. Not only it is freezing cold, windy and rainy at Costa Daurada, no, that wouldn’t have been enough, would it? To make everything oh-so-much worse, back at home, the northern sun heated it up to plus thirty and has people bathing in the fjords. While here, I am not joking, it was coming down with hail. Ice. From the skies. In Spain, 10 days before the calendar summer starts. Typical.
Oh, well. If I did learn anything about weather by living at Sunnmøre, it is that if you are going to depend on how sunny it is, you’re screwed. So… At the moment I am busy embracing being genuinely bored (yes, I said it, b-o-r-e-d). In fact, I thoroughly enjoy having nowhere to go, nothing to do, being able to play pool with my son until I am sick of losing, reading my Kindle until I don’t want to any more (as opposed to having somebody knocking on the bathroom door). There is also a competing process of waiting for better weather. Again, you live where we live, you know how to do that.
Update: Well, the end of this day saw us talking about the weather with some seriously saused norwegians, saving a pigeon and having a person stand on me. Litereally. Read all about it in the next update.