Hot and steamy days usually usher in refreshing, and sometimes welcomed, thunderstorms. My influences have ingrained this setup since birth--both the swamps of DC and the Pacific islands of the Philippines--have made me believe that this is FACT. But not today folks; I have been proven wrong again by the British isles.
Yesterday was probably the coolest day since arriving last week--the high was maybe upper 60s. I definitely need a jacket yesterday, and my feet were pretty cold in sandals. At night it drops to the 50s, which I think is pretty cold.
Today I wake up to periodic bouts of torrential downpour, something I have always envisioned London to be like at all times. But I would never guess that this country can support a weather front to produce thunderstorms! It's no where as powerful and amazing as it is back in DC or in the Philippines--just an occasional small rumble of thunder followed by lots of rain--but it happens. I wish I brought my galoshes, or as the people here say, "Wellies."
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