Today’s thought is about the weather – how very British – we were told by our eminent leader here yesterday that we could expect showers…of the meteorological variety (we do, you’ll be happy to hear, have access to the ablution variety). Cue disproportionate excitement at the thought of running around in a warm tropical-ish downpour.
So I now sit thoroughly disappointed – not a cloud in the sky (well, apart from the large billowing dust swirlers) – and less sign still of a drop of moisture….
I am told though that the camp turns into a quagmire when such downpours do occur and that there’ll be plenty of them in the autumn and winter months when I will still be here…. and no doubt by then doing a sun-dance out by our fantastically huge satellite dish.